Self-loathing

I ate seven Tagalong cookies tonight.
I'm never going to be able to bring my legs down with control from tripod headstand, much less lift up into bakasana from there.
Two years into practicing vinyasa/ashtanga yoga and I still can't straighten my legs in navasana for more than a few seconds.
It's a beautiful night but I'm spending it indoors with the TV & computer.
I'm procrastinating something fierce. I was supposed to have a date with my box of semi-permanent hair color, but it's almost 9:00 now.
I spend three to four hours a day at the office, but somehow only manage to do about two hours of work. It's taking me forever to get up to speed with how everything works and is arranged, and I hate to keep asking questions, which other people have to stop working to answer.
Tomorrow I have to fork over $850 for a new water heater.