or lack there of…

on the car ride home i had ideas flowing through me.  i imagined that as i walked through the door i would head straight to the compter and pen some amazing letters to who knows who.  but then i stopped.  went to the bathroom.  read a little bit.  cleaned up my desk.  and then began to procrastinate on myspace, facebook, and gmail.

the ideas are still there, but now i’m too lazy to write them down.

i’m tired and bored.

damn you motivation. you aren’t doing your job.

L



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