Appalachia Year

I've been creeping along at a slug's pace these past few weeks, a million things to do and not a drop of motivation.

I was always able to dubiously justify past cases of "senioritis". When I was a senior in high school, I was already accepted to college. When I was a senior in college, I was already accepted to grad school. I skipped classes and wasted weekends sans-guilt. But now? I'm so tired of school and isolation that I can hardly bring myself to do the things to get me out of school and isolation.

Coffee used to fix this problem. I keep imagining my brain as a crappy apartment building where the roof is leaking and the hot water is out in the bathroom but the landlord (me) won't return any phone calls.

Sorry, brain, you're gonna have to keep showering at your sister's place until I get all this sorted out.