01.12.02
| 11:29 a.m.
What motivates a sloth?
So the day begins... sorta. I have been up for over an hour, and I have accomplished very little. I did manage to put a load of clothes on to wash. I feel weird today. It's like I am mentally motivated to get all the shit on my "to do" list done, but my body is having trouble responding to my brain. I sit here and think how wonderful it will be to have the border put up in the kitchen, have all the clothes washed, the bedroom closet reorganized, the house cleaned and the dishes done, but my body remains still. Maybe I need fuel. Hmmmm.... a soda? Coffee?
Music. That's what I need. I think I'll go grab Daft Punk out of Slippy's car!
Man this house is filthy... It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't find cigarette ashes all over the place. I just dumped about a carton's worth of ashes out of the keyboard. There are beer bottles with cigarette butts in them all over the living room... not to mention the ahstrays are overflowing. I think that is motivation enough. Thank you diary, you have been a big help!
Later-
Chodagirl
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