A Mess

My desk is a mess. I am so glad that I don't have to a desk for my normal job because it is messy. I don't know what that means about my personality and such but I can't seem to keep it cleaned off. As soon as I clear it off, another pile is started. In fact, I'm not sure I even clear it off, I think I just move it from one place to another. So let me summarize....my hooch is a mess, my office is a mess and now I've come to realization that my desk is messy. Hmmm. Maybe, just maybe it is me that is a mess. I know many of you would agree that it is me that is a mess and right now I have to agree, I'm a mess. I am going through a tough period here now for me and I can't seem to concentrate or focus on things for too long. I find that when I HAVE to do something I put maximum effort to accomplish the job, but my mind just shuts down. I worry too much about things I can't control. So, I am gonna get up tomorrow and work at just getting thru the day without shutting down too many times. I'm ok but my head and stomach hurts right now. So I'm off to my hooch to take a Nyquil and drift off to na na land. I have been fighting my first cold over here and I feel like someone has hit me in the head with a 2x4. Sorry about the past few posts but you guys wanted to see the life of someone in a combat zone, and I'm ready to turn over this war to other people. It will get better. That is that.