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I am having major motivational problems.
Waking up is hard. Standing up is hard. Putting on nice clothes is hard. The other day I put off photographing a scarf because I was too lazy to put on a bra. All I eat is hummus and cereal unless Travis cooks something for me. I don't think I'm depressed, just...passionately lazy. And really, truly unenthused about 90% of the stuff I have to do right now, and it just zaps all my energy and, um...joie de vivre, I guess.
GET THE FUCK UP MOTHERFUCKER. GO PUT SOME SOCKS ON. Christ.
Waking up is hard. Standing up is hard. Putting on nice clothes is hard. The other day I put off photographing a scarf because I was too lazy to put on a bra. All I eat is hummus and cereal unless Travis cooks something for me. I don't think I'm depressed, just...passionately lazy. And really, truly unenthused about 90% of the stuff I have to do right now, and it just zaps all my energy and, um...joie de vivre, I guess.
GET THE FUCK UP MOTHERFUCKER. GO PUT SOME SOCKS ON. Christ.