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.