This past weekend was a three day break after midterm week, and on Thursday evening I had many shining visions of getting caught up on my "to read" list, bringing the two adrift sections of my novel neatly together, getting pumped for NaNoWriMo, and just generally taking advantage of no class and no work to buckle down and do stuff, but still relax.
Today is Monday evening and all I have to show for my amazing-epic-productive weekend is a pile of dirty laundry and one awkward picture of me sitting on a duck statue (I goofed off with friends -- don't ask).
I have no idea where my motivation went. Okay, I do have some idea, and I think it's called "Senioritis," but I really don't want to get into the habit of blaming my unproductivity on that. Still, I did even less this weekend than usual. Okay, scratch that, I did add a new listing to my Etsy, but other than that, nada. I think I took at least one nap each day, in addition to sleeping late, and I thoroughly updated myself on the various exciting happenings of the internets. I relaxed, alright, but Monday morning came with a groan of dread, anyway.
Maybe a decent night's sleep and a good breakfast will make me feel better...
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