Motivation

Sometimes the overwhelming feeling of pointlessness floods in. I really hate this feeling. Because I know there is a point, and that I have plenty to do. I have a list of things that I want to do. A list of things that I should do. And a list of things that I have to do. But I find myself sitting in front of this laptop, checking my email to find nothing at all. Staring blankly at this page wanting something more than what is here. A room full of messy, not yet unpacked or put away things stares me in the face. All I really want to do is sleep, yet I feel guilty for wanting that. And no this doesn't even make sense to me. It just is what it is, and like always it will eventually go away.