I have been in quite the funk lately.
Everything seems to require too much effort.
I don't want to get up, can't even get myself to think about getting showered and dressed more days than usual lately.
I'm forgetting to eat. That's an overexaggeration. I'm not forgetting to eat. It just requires to much energy to make myself something to eat.
Leaving the house is out lately too. You have to shower and get dressed to leave the house and as I just told you I'm not big on that lately.
I don't want to clean. Oh wait, I didn't want to clean before. Let me rephrase. I'm not cleaning. There that's much better. I used to clean because I hate living in filth. Now I look around and think I'll get to it tomorrow. Really I will...tomorrow. Or the tomorrow after that.
I have almost stopped cooking entirely. I just can't get myself to cook because that requires way too much energy. You have to make a mess, eat the food, and then clean the mess. What a process.
I was blaming the Twilight series for all of these illnesses since they seemed to fully manifest themsleves right around the time I picked up the first book. But I finished it last week and still don't desire a shower, a homecooked meal, or really want to clean up the house.
Now I'm going to blame the weather. It was to get better at some point. It shouldn't be snowing in April. It is Spring.
My poor friends. I am sorry that I have been such a flake lately. I think I'm on the road to recovery. They say the first step is admitting you have a problem. And I have a problem. Do you think that have a "Lazy Because the Sun Won't Shine" Anonymous?