the way things are
You are at home, standing in front of your kitchen stove, trying to remember where you put your keys (they're on the console table by the front door, where you've always intended to keep them but never remember to). You're really in a terrific hurry, but a totally unmotivated one. Like having to go to work on a weekend. Or maybe shopping for something stupid but necessary, like a new razor or something. And you've only got a few minutes to spare. And then you finally remember where your keys are and so you go do whatever it is you needed to do and it's just like that. Absolutely, totally, insanely uneventful.
Anyways, that's pretty much how things are with me. How 'bout you?