Thursday 28. 

I woke up at a good time. 9am, sat at the desk by 9:45. I had a full day of work. I did a lot of catch up. 

A lot of transphobia stuff happened this week too. I didn't get to finish work before 9pm. I didn't get a chance to go to the gym. 

I feel both that I got a lot done and yet I got nothing done. Work work isn't something I feel a sense of achievement with. It's a thing separate to me. But when I work to work out, or do some reading or academic stuff I feel I'm in my element. 

I snacked between 10pm and midnight. It's 1am now. I could probably sleep if I shut my eyes.

On rational reflection I got stuff done.

On emotional reflection I feel there's so much undone.