Pathetic

What is wrong with me? Here it is nearly 9 o'clock. I've had the whole day off, not to mention last night, and I've gotten nothing done. Nothing. I'm just drowning in nothingness and wasted time. I know I should just do it. Or at least go out to the beach. Go for a run. Call up a friend. All these things would help, I'm sure. The joy of being productive, the feel of the sand and the water, the energy from the exercise, or the company of a friend. I know they would help.

But I can't bring myself to do anything. It is like there is a tremendous heaviness weighing me down and I just can't get rid of it. I can't shake it. And it isn't very happy.

I need to get out of here.