I'm watching Beetlejuice and brewing coffee. I'm brewing coffee in MY coffee maker. That I bought. That's kind of cool. Barbara just said Beetlejuice three times. Oh snap. Anywho. I need to do laundry something awful. Landry isn't bad and it's even somewhat relaxing once I get started. But getting started is the issue. It's hard to start anything, to be honest. And then once something does get started it's finishing it that becomes the issue. Like even this blog post here. Every sentence I write is forced. But I need to keep writing. The coffee still isn't done. I have a meeting in two hours. And this isn't even cohesive. What is wrong with me? I mean really. What is wrong with me? The football players in this movie...are they a reference to that team from that movie We Are Marshall? I never saw that movie but I'm pretty sure they went down in a plane crash...
I have multiple papers due in a little over a week.
Another outline and introductory paragraph due this Sunday.
I have books I need to read and projects to do and I want to do it all.
Rather, I want to want to do it all. But I don't want it in the right way.
I don't want it enough maybe.
I want to get a psychiatric analysis.
1 comment:
Methinks you're depressed. But I don't have a degree or nothin. Get yourself a DSM IV, you can do what they can.
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