it's past 5p.m...

Do you know where your motivation went? In fact, do you know where my motivation went? Merrily to hell, that's where. I start with the best of intentions, but due to lack of sleep or avoidance issues, or insufficient part skim mozarella cheese sticks, I want to go home, curl up, and do absolutely NOTHING. But the kicker is: I've done pretty much nothing all day, hence the fact that I can sit here and type in three rather lengthy blog posts. All I can think is, cramps suck, and so does moving. In fact, things happened today which inhibit my motivation past the lack of cheese. Yet another crinkle in my recent bid to becoming a productive human. FEH. I don't want to think about it.

I don't want to go back to THAT PLACE and pack anything else. I want to torch the whole lot of it. Obviously, if I don't need it now, I don't need it at all. except for my art supplies, and my customizable sewing form, and my books. Dash it all, I do need it. I say again: FEH.