Days off

I slept until 10:30 and so far have not made it out of my bathrobe. That's pretty darned pathetic. In my defense, I have a sore throat and stuffy nose. I have a hard time motivating on a good day, but today I just kind of want to crawl back into bed. What I should do, though, is work some hours at Job 2 and hike the stairs in this building like 8 times. Or maybe even get some writing done. I haven't picked up a story since Christmas Day. It's pretty sad, like my muse just kind of deflated. Actually, I feel apathetic toward just about everything these days. Like I'm existing but not really living.

Meh.