Well. So much for that.
When I wrote my post this morning, I anticipated being able to report that I had dealt well with my list -- if not everything finished, at least several hard tasks done.
Instead, task #1 blew up my entire plan by forcing me to look at my bank account, when I discovered I'm overdrawn. That's when I went away and sobbed for an hour. I'm done. I can't cope with this, and I can't cope with anything else in the face of it.
I hate money. I can't even say the word in my head right now without swearing. ?!@#$% money. Nothing makes me hate life more than this, and nothing makes me hate myself more either.