I woke up today at noon.  Keren slept over last night too.  When I woke up, I went down stairs and Keren and Deirdre were watching TV, a movie, called "Snowed in."  I felt like it was a snow day from school.  The three of us, just doing nothing but watching TV.  It was cold, I didn't want to go outside.  I just got that antagonist feeling, no desire to do anything at all, but knowing that's there's much to do.  Slave to my lack of motivation.  "Innervate me!",  my soul screams, but my body turns a dull ear.  Productivity is lost.  Friendships will go unwatered today, just like the wilting plant that sits to the left of my television.  Solace?  Hardly.  Just an overwhelming sense of discomfort.  My feet are cold, but my socks are up stairs.  There is food to be made, but I think i might die from the expelled energy or turn to dust before the food is done.  "Sweep me up", i mutter with my head back against the couch, eyes closed, but still facing heaven, if the ceiling didn't intercept my glance first.  Tomorrow will be better.  It has to be.