I am unmotivated. Blah, blah, blah, blah.
Have been unmotivated for a while now, and it’s beginning to motivate me to get motivated. But not quite. I have some freelance pieces due, but do don’t feel like dueing them. I have a book to write, but I’m mentally booked. Or checked. Out. It’s 90 degrees outside, and I want to grab my iPod and jump on the hammock for the next, oh, three hours. But, alas, I’m unmotivated to jump.
So here I am, blathering on and on and on and on, writing ‘on and on and on and on’ because it’s easier than actually coming up with words. I have tons of research to do, but that would entail me opening the cabinet, which is more than an arm’s length away.
So here I sit. Blah.