I am unmotivated.
It’s one of those days. I don’t feel like doing anything. There’s work to accomplish, but I’d rather not. There’s reporting to report and writing to write. But … meh. Yawn. Bah. Blah.
I hate feeling this way, because I generally love my work and love my life. But right now I don’t want to do anything, but sit here (in the corner of a frigid Dunkin Donuts) and eat glazed and drink iced coffee and complain about not wanting to do anything.
So I’ll do nothing.
Ironically, while doing something.