Work/Drama

I wake up and I tell you, I feel self destructive.

Not wildly, just my usual tendencies. I want to revisit past affairs and avoid moving forward. I want to drink a beer. I was tempted. Had one. Finally, I did my morning pages and started rumniating on how/what I was going to say to the booking  manager who I have to cancel on, so that I can work all day elsewhere on Thursday. I think I've already gotten on his nerves and stood out as like this ... dunno. I'm not star material in the catering world