With nothing better to do
I wish I had more of a drive to get things done. But the fact of the matter is, I don’t. I make lists of things I must do: chores to perform, things to buy, what have you. I write them down, nice and organized, and I think, “All right! I’m going to get all this stuff done!”
And then I end up sitting on my ass at home, watching shows online or reading articles. It’s annoying. I wish I had the drive to get stuff done.
It’s a lot easier when I’m outside of my apartment. If I’m not at home, the drive roars to life, and I cannot return home until I have completed most, if not all, of the tasks on my list of things to do.
When I get home, however, it’s another story. I hear the call of my heated table, or my bed, or even just my computer. I’m sucked in, and I cannot pull away. The things I must complete at home go unfinished.
Ah, fuck it, I'm bored. I'm gonna go do something else.
~Mai