Ouch.

I appear to have chewed a big hole in the inside of my cheek at some point in the last 24 hours. I've also bitten both my lips and my fingers until they bled at various times this week.

I don't really know why I'm so stressed (I'm presuming that's why I'm gnawing myself), given that so far this week is just fucking tedious. Feeling both sad and depressed now, which is great. Give it another week or two and I'll be writing bad poetry or something. Maybe I should paint my bedroom black while I'm at it?

Meh.

Oops.

...and there's the official warning at work, for "an extremely serious lack of productivity over the last month".

I couldn't really think of anything much to say to that... I know I'm not working like I usually do right now, so there's not much I can say - except 'sorry', which doesn't really cut it in the work environment.

I hope I manage to get my shit together soon, because getting fired will not make my life any easier.