Sadly, I won't be presenting a harrowing tale where I overcome unusual events. Nor will there be funny anecdotes involving things that happened at the gym; I didn't even hit the gym today.
Nope. Today was pretty much a waste. And I call do over.
Sometimes you have those days where you wake up, take one look at the world that exists outside of your bed, and say, "Hell with that." You then roll over, facing away from that horrible world, and return to a state of Bliss called sleep. Today was kind of like that, except I had to actually crawl out of my safe haven and enter the nightmare that is the waking world.
Once I had climbed to my feet, the first thing I noticed was my complete lack of energy and motivation to do *anything.* I tried to shrug it off; it being Monday, those feelings are expected. But apparently my "Don't give a fuck" hormone was kicked into overdrive, because the aforementioned lack of energy didn't go away.
I shuffled off to work in full on zombie mode, and stayed that way the whole time. All conversation was limited to a single monosyllabic grunt; I think I made an impression, because after the first half hour, my fellow drones left me alone. Good.
After work, I was supposed to go to the gym. But fuck that. I know, I know, I probably would have gotten a nice boost from hitting the weights, but for some odd reason I couldn't convince my legs of that and they ended up walking away from the gym and towards home. Stupid legs.
Once home, I was supposed to do some writing; my lazy ass muse finally did her job and gave me a little bit of inspiration for a short story. I'm four pages in thus far, and if you know anything about my creativity, you'll realize just how impressive that is.
Alas, instead of being productive, of working on my writing and moving ever closer to my goal of getting *paid* to write, my defective brain decided that spending several hours browsing the net would be a better use of my precious time. So there goes three hours of my day. On the plus side, I've confirmed that the internet not only still exists, but the troll population is in no danger of being an endangered species.
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Then came the nap. It's almost never a good idea for me to nap, because I rarely get any real rest from them. Rather, all I accomplish is throwing off my sleep schedule. I'm nocturnal by nature; some of my best friends are vampires (actually vampires, not sparkly fruit-cakes). My body naturally wants any excuse to stay up all night, even when I *know* it's not good for me.
It happened pretty much as I expected. I slept lightly for a couple of hours, woke up feeling just as tired as I was when I went down, and now my body thinks that it has the right to party all night.
But I have it fooled. I took one of those wondrous sleep aids about half an hour ago, and so I will be in a drug-induced state of fatigue. So what if I'll wake up in a zombie-like state of groggy that will persist for half the day. And who cares if I'll more than likely give into temptation and take another nap tomorrow, and thus prolong this cycle of no energy/no productivity? Who needs to accomplish goals? Fuck goals, I'm sleepy.
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