Sep 06, 2010 14:40
The day of perpetual lack of enthusaism.
I am sure my motivation was here when I woke up. Possibly. At least I had a glimpse of it before it evaporated in that hazy cloud of mist it likes to leave in its wake. I have drunk many cups of tea, had one iced coffee and bought chicken for tonight's stir fry. My day = thrilling. I speak, of course, with a great deal of sarcasm. The highlight of my day, however, is snickering at my Dad who keeps sending me youtube links. He's only just discovered that famous past time of wasting your lunch break looking at you tube vids and thinks it necessary to share them with his daughter. He gets so excited. It's both adorable and amusing. Actually I find his emails more amusing than most of the vids (though he has povided some entertainment with those as well)
At least he's found something to amuse himself with. I could be plotting right now (and jfc I have so much work to do on all three of my novels it's utterly ridiculous) but there's that whole LACK OF MOTIVATION thing that's kinda getting in the way. I should be writing, want to be writing. Instead I am looking a vids Dad is sending me and stoning like a...well stoner on random sites of random. *snickers* Wel done, there.
Randomly, I totally remembered that my friends at uni used to call me 'Lo'
I kinda completely irrationally miss that name.
Ugh cramps. gtfo
motivation: or lack thereof,
whatever,
good ol uni days