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Oy, hey.

So the spons-da-sponse wanted me to do some first step work for our meetup this week; good ole "not yet" workthrough. Of course I didn't do it/haven't done it yet. >.<

You want powerlessness? Unmanageability? Left to my own devices, I'll let an entire week slip by. Left to my own devices, I'll get myself into a real money jam. Left to my own devices, I'll sit on my hands all depressy & mopey and not look for a job or work out some kinda a budget or anything productive, instead flirting with boys online to feel pretty and playing computer games to distract mahself/fritter time.

So, first thing's first....uh? What's first? Do (some of) the stepwork? Apply to another job? Clean my God forsaken room/the wasteland? Call my loan servicers?

Sigh, it sucks that even when I know I need to do something, and even kinda want to do something, I still manage to find nothing to do >.<
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  1. AnonymousDecember 10, 2010 at 11:59 AM

    It's hard to find the motivation for something unpalatable.

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