I've been sleeping way too much lately. If there is any spare hour in my day, I will take a nap, which is beginning to make me feel really really old. I've also been feeling slightly restless. I have this overwhelming feeling like there is something I need to do and it needs to be done right that second, but I can't make the effort to do it (whoah). In actuality, there is nothing. I've just gotten lazy. My house that I clean like an OCD woman on crack is messy and I feel awfully "meh" about it. My desk in my "writing room" is covered in dust and littered with random sheets of paper and soda cans (I don't even drink soda until lately). My witty obnoxious sense of humor has been replaced by some solemn writing style, probably just a case of watching too much Oprah lately.
I'm the kind of person who really tries to stick to the Zen creed of living in the moment, but I'm not satisfied with my present state of sitting on my ass even if Buddha tells me it's ok. Buddha would probably say something all, don't judge the moment. So I decided to attempt my day a little different reverting back to my non-laziness, using every energy renewal trick I know outside of meth: 6 am meditation, yoga, a bowl of fruit, green tea, 3 cups of coffee, and a handful of vitamins.
12:51 pm report: Slightly re-energized, maybe it was my friend calling me to go with her to the beach. Still apathetic enough to not finish this blog. I'm bored with it.