A short weekend

I don't know why I always feel such a reluctance to watch movies, to pop in a DVD and commit two hours to digesting a story. Is my attention span so limited that I get bored midway through? I just watched A Knight's Tale with Lily and thoroughly enjoyed myself, and it wasn't even really good, per se, objectively speaking. Most of this weekend without Kari has been spent trying to rid myself of the onset of February Blues, which makes it hard for me to enjoy anything. I think I just need to spend more time with people (as though that were an easy thing to do). Now I feel like there's a lot I could do to entertain myself.

Yesterday was a rather low-key Saturday shift (as they usually are), so it didn't take a lot of energy, but now I'm faced with the prospect of going back to work tomorrow and I really don't relish it. I have somehow shed my terror of doing poorly at work (even though I am less prepared now than I have been in the past), but something about the winter melancholy makes it really difficult for me to be productive.

I really really think I have the SAD, and I think at some point it's going to bite me in the ass. I have stopped being worried, which means I have stopped being stressed, which I'm sure is wonderful for my blood pressure. If I can get by until the weather (and therefore my productivity) improves, then this will be fine.

Being alone this weekend has offered me what might be a picture of my summer-- bored, directionless, lazy. And yet-- no worries, right?

Hm. We shall have to see what comes of this. I will need to kick myself into being productive. Maybe I can get a schedule going. Routine will probably help my productivity.

But that's a painfully long way away yet.