I seem to have woke up grumpy or something. It's a quarter after eight, and I just want to go back to bed. I want to curl up with a good book. I don't want to have to worry about kids school, or housework or anything. I want life to go away and leave me alone for a day.
Part of the problem is tasks that I ought to do and don't want to. But the killer thing, I think, is that I can't think of any way to reward myself for having done them. I don't have any books to read right now, I don't have money to spend on a special treat, and most of my hobbies at a stage where I'm either tired of them and ready to take a break, or they are looking remarkably like work. I don't mind *doing* that work, I don't mind practicing my music. I don't mind bundling up my ms. to send out to a publisher right now either. In fact, I'd *like* to be doing that. But it's not a reward, and I can't use it to motivate me to do anything else. Not to mention that I can't do it because I'm out of ink, and Boyd cheerfully said 'I'll get it for you' so now it waits until he gets home from work. Blah. Which leaves me looking at reformatting a hard-drive on an OHDELA computer as what I should be doing instead. Double Blah. I don't wanna!
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