You're this close to your place in the world.

So I did the average amount of homework this weekend. I'm freaking out because I had like a relatively stress free weekend and I didn't make myself work on all of the things I needed to work on. I did get a good amount of illustration done, but I feel like I wasted today. I did all my dishes and swept the floor, but our one roommate, the one I don't like cleaned the entire kitchen.

I'm freaking out because my OCD tendencies are rearing their ugly little heads, you see, for some reason there has been a kink put into my plan of tidying up my room and it all hinges on the fact that I have no bed sheets. My relaxing environment, aka, my bed is pissing me off and stressing me out. My sheets ripped about two weeks ago and I apparently can't deal with not having sheets on my bed. It's like this hugely ocd ish thing that I didn't know I had. Like until I get sheets on my bed (tomorrow or tuesday) I aparently cannot clean my room.

It's all very weird and I'm feeling very anxious.

I'm thinking of upping the dose on my antidepressants because I felt so unmotivated this weekend, primarily because of the sheets thing. There were times in which I felt motivated, but not enough, and I dunno...

I feel anxious, let's just put it that way. I feel like an idiot because I didn't take advantage of a sort-of free weekend and get some extra work done. No I did the average amount.

I don't know whatever I'm going to quit bitching now.