Had a very frustrating day yesterday, compounded by a nightmare-filled night. (One in which my college freshman roommate was the daughter of the Russian ambassador and was brutally murdered in our dormroom and I found the body, one in which I was on an escalator whose steps curled under and left me dangling by a hand four stories up, one in which I was in a marching band where I was expected to have the music memorized but they were playing things I'd never seen before, and one featuring a victim of an Eastern Europe nuclear/chemical accident whose face was screwed up in a way that I can't describe but was deeply, horrifically, disturbingly wrong.) Plus I think I'm getting a cold.
My motivation to work is about nil. I'm trying to drag myself through productivity anyway.
My motivation to work is about nil. I'm trying to drag myself through productivity anyway.