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I've been feeling glum lately.
Which is not how you want to feel on your birthday, but there you go.
I'm not exactly sure why I feel so down. Other than one thing which I am not going to talk about in so public a place as an lj post, everything is fine. Maybe it's my continued unwillingness to transform my room into something that doesn't resemble New Orleans right after Katrina. I have a feeling that if I would just get off my ass and clean the damn place, I'd feel better, but it's like I have a psychological block to doing it. I wake up in the morning and go "Today is the day." I pick up some trash and take some dishes downstairs. Then I get on the computer and fart around on the internet for three hours. Then I sit in the floor and halfheartedly put some things into boxes and other things into bags. Then I fart around on the internet for another few hours. Next thing I know my weekend is over. And I'm constantly creating more mess just by living in this room. It's a never ending cycle of shit.
Which is not how you want to feel on your birthday, but there you go.
I'm not exactly sure why I feel so down. Other than one thing which I am not going to talk about in so public a place as an lj post, everything is fine. Maybe it's my continued unwillingness to transform my room into something that doesn't resemble New Orleans right after Katrina. I have a feeling that if I would just get off my ass and clean the damn place, I'd feel better, but it's like I have a psychological block to doing it. I wake up in the morning and go "Today is the day." I pick up some trash and take some dishes downstairs. Then I get on the computer and fart around on the internet for three hours. Then I sit in the floor and halfheartedly put some things into boxes and other things into bags. Then I fart around on the internet for another few hours. Next thing I know my weekend is over. And I'm constantly creating more mess just by living in this room. It's a never ending cycle of shit.