I’ve got super, super intense motivation problems. I feel like I’m tired all the time and that most things aren’t worth doing. It’s a thing. For example, I’m forcing myself to write this entry just like I forced myself to swim tonight. The shit I don’t get is that when I got home from swimming I made a relatively elaborate meal consisting of a stove top popcorn snack, and a 45-minute-taking-free-style-”ranchero”-sauce-reduction-matched-with-two-”huevos” meal that I didn’t even think twice about whipping up. Considering my struggles with listlessness, I could have just made a peanut butter sandwich. But, I didn’t.
Never one to let a good thing go to waste for too long, with synthetic motivation in hand, I decided to hop on The Nagwitch’s back and drive the shit out of her handsome ham hocks. Someone’s got to keep her in shape and I’ve got work to do.
Stay, My Motivated Nagwitch, Stay
I’ve got super, super intense motivation problems. I feel like I’m tired all the time and that most things aren’t worth doing. It’s a thing. For example, I’m forcing myself to write this entry just like I forced myself to swim tonight. The shit I don’t get is that when I got home from swimming I made a relatively elaborate meal consisting of a stove top popcorn snack, and a 45-minute-taking-free-style-”ranchero”-sauce-reduction-matched-with-two-”huevos” meal that I didn’t even think twice about whipping up. Considering my struggles with listlessness, I could have just made a peanut butter sandwich. But, I didn’t.
Never one to let a good thing go to waste for too long, with synthetic motivation in hand, I decided to hop on The Nagwitch’s back and drive the shit out of her handsome ham hocks. Someone’s got to keep her in shape and I’ve got work to do.