Some days it feels like there is literally a hand pushing me down. It’s hard to move, to wake up, to motivate myself to do the normal things that I know need to be done. I like to call myself simply “lazy”… but I know inside of myself that it’s more complicated than that. It’s just impossible to justify it. If someone were to ask me what was wrong with me, I can only say “I don’t know, ask the giant oppressive force that won’t allow me to move!”. I don’t know. I have so much to do, the fact that I pushed myself to write this is a thing in itself having to do with pervasive procrastination lol. I need to do laundry, mop, dishes, general cleaning, allll the mommy stuff, cook dinner, dance class today… and at some point I have to like eat and junk… which I’m starving right now but no motivation to actually cook food. Ugh.

Hello day. I would like to purchase some energy.

I have no money though.