Pessimism, and other reasons I shouldn't have gotten out of bed this morning.
I'm having one of those days when the idea that I sort of had things figured out/under control/ am doing ok kind of went to hell.
The Diagnostic GRE went more or less as expected: Pretty Good on the Verbal, Brutally Poor on the Math. I know this can be fixed, but good god is it going to be a shit ton of gruelling, difficult work.
I didn't get around to washing my work shirts or gym gear this weekend, and so did them as soon as I got up, but probably won't make it to the gym today as a result. This means a) no gym-induced endorphins b) I'll probably beat myself up about it later and feel as though I'm getting fat.
I'm not interested in doing anything right now.