This is the reason why I hate holidays. Holidays are the worst disruptors of schedules, cutting briskly to a halt everything you have prepared the entire week, and bringing your momentum down to a simmering pool of inactivity. Yesterday, I spent the whole day lying in bed, half awake and trying adrently to raise myself up. I failed spectacularly. Only after I received an sms verifying if I would continue with an appointment did I have the needed motivation to get up and move.
Today is another of those days. I still haven't gone up out of bed, and it's already 1pm. The lethargy from yesterday has brought about this infuriating inactivity upon me. I was supposed to go somewhere today (to work, actually) but I still cannot muster the necessary drive to do so. Even my room is suffering from this debilitating disease. I haven't picked up a single clutter in so long, the whole place is becoming more and more like a pigsty, minus the mud, thankfully. The mind and body is in limbo, due to my lack of anything concrete to stand on. I just hate it.
And still, I'm in my room, lying on my bed, and dreaming of the unfinished works I have left behind for another day.