It just feels like one of those weeks where nothing has gone quite right.
Maybe it’s the after-effect of going to see a movie you’ve been looking forward to and finding that it wasn’t what you thought it was going to be. (I won’t say it was bad, per se, but it just wasn’t what I wanted it to be–what I thought it would be.) Maybe it’s something about the way everything has felt half-accomplished this week. Maybe I’m just in a funk. Maybe it’s hormones.
Heck if I know.
I just know that I don’t feel like starting on my homework; I feel like taking a bath and playing Project Diva. Or Grim Fandango. Or whatever.
I know I should do my homework. I have a bunch of transcribed interviews to read, plus my own to edit and write an introductory page for, and a three to four page paper to write after that. I absolutely have no time to waste on goofing off an spending an hour or two soaking in the bath.
I have a feeling that work is not going to get a lick in.
When you’re in this state of mind, there’s not much point in fighting it. I guess I have to fight it at least a little, but…
