Inspiration

I woke up early this morning. I'm thinking about going back to bed. It's not like I have a lot to do anyway. I'm not working today, so I'm staying at home. I might go to the beach later if it stays nice out. As promised, I did close to nothing yesterday. I'm not having a very easy time of it, but so far, I have resisted the many temptations to pick up the phone. Maybe I should throw it in the ocean. I think one of the worst side effects of things like this is that my inspiration to accomplish things goes right out the window. I don't care about those paintings, or the writing, or the film, or the reading anymore. It doesn't matter for some reason. And once the inspiration is gone, the motivation is sure to disappear as well.

So I have no grand plans of what I should do today, even though I know there are things for me to be doing that would be relatively simple. But many of those things require talking to people, and that is something I'm not up for at the moment. This is about as close as I get.