It’s Wednesday and I am tired as fuck.

Not a whole lot else to get into, sorry ’bout that.  I know I keep promising to put out something good, and something good is on the horizon.  Life’s bullshit has just figured a way to get in the way lately.

Actually, last night I probably could have wrapped up a lot and put out an awesome post.  Being tired already, however, I instead slotted the night for video games, Taco Bell, and generally fucking off.  This is no good.  In order to get what I want out of life, I need to spend fewer night fucking off and more nights doing productive things.  Oddly enough, I actually seem to enjoy the nights were I do something productive more.  I even realize that I do.  But every now and then, something in my head just can’t be bothered, and I just know that I have an evening of pointlessness ahead of me.  But then, I’ve never claimed that life was easy.

I have just re-started my weight loss scheme (and not a moment too soon) but for some reason, I just couldn’t be bothered to get out of bed to jump on it this morning.

I have two guitars I am building that are less than one hour each from being finished and playable, but I just can’t be bothered to finish them off.

I have most of my home (finally) cleaned and straightened the way it aught to be, but I just can’t be bothered to put my bedroom closet in order.

Life can be a real motherfucker sometimes.

tl;dr – I’ve been lazy and I don’t have a damn good reason.

I guess I am tire… but that probably has more to do with a few disruptions in my schedule… coupled with the fact that I didn’t get to bed until… fuck if I know o’clock last night.  I should rectify that tonight.