I've had a terminal feeling of ennui all week for some fairly unknown reason, hence the lack of updates. Part of it, I'm sure, is my shoulder putting me out of action exercise-wise, part of it is things I can't talk about (dead useful sentiment for a blog that), part of it is most definitely that I spent 8 hours last weekend working on one part of a website when I should've been working on another - meaning I didn't get paid for it and had to spend 5 hours during the week doing the bit I should've done in the first place.

But I'm guessing that mainly it's because I've completed all the easy things in my life.

So now I only have the medium and hard things left, and my motivation has taken one look at the list and gone on an extended holiday to see 'how it feels about things' and whether 'it feels right to be my motivation anymore.'

Quitter.

Not that I blame it really. Doing hard things requires effort, and where's the fun in that?

I realise this makes me sound lazy.

But frankly my dear, I don't give a fuck.