Sloth, thine is my name

Nothing has been done today. I woke up late, I got to the desk late, and here it is pushing 4pm and I haven't done a thing. I feel totally lazy and worthless. A blight on upright, productive society members. Only thing that makes up for it all is that I got a call from a writer in Atlanta, a friend of mine, and he was ecstatic about my latest script. He just loved it. It is obviously nice to hear, but also encouraging. It makes me think that all the time I spent on the thing was worth it and that it's not such a crazy thought to maybe get it made.

So right now I'm trying to decide if the rest of the day should be spent napping, reading, watching a netflix, or maybe going to do my laundry. Of course, I could go get coffee and try and salvage the day by working at the cafe for an hour or two. Maybe I should go to the gym. Yes, love handles, maybe you should go to the gym.

See, this is what's going to finally do me in -- all these petty little choices that you have to make when you're unemployed. I could go do a hell of a lot right now if someone were holding a gun to my head. But no one is, I'm a little too groggy in the head from not enough sleep, thus unequipped to motivate mysef, and the sound of the desk fan is lulling me into a full scale I-want-to-look-at-internet-porn coma. I just want to stare at the wall. God, what a waste of space I have become. Someone should fling me into outerspace and reduce the global over-population problem.

God, I gotta snap out of it.