OKay, I'm getting better. Now what?

Yesterday I got done everything I'd planned, but when faced with copious day left over I didn't get my act together enough to make further plans and carry them out. I feel somewhat more than mildly disgusted at myself over this; I'm *good* at planning, so I feel bad about it when I fuck up. I did get the cargo bins on my bike and wrote and ran the ad for more housemates on FetLife, and corresponded with several potential housemates. I didn't *used* to be bothered much by rejection, but I find that having potential housemates turn me down without discussion is a lot more annoying than I think it should be.

( And I'm well-enough healed... )