All my motivation for anything is gone. And I’m getting fat.
I’m not super fat yet. I only wear Superdry clothing. They don’t make clothes for fat people. In this case, when putting on a t-shirt starts to feel like trying to mash an elephant into an elevator, I know that its time to step away from the buffet.
The problem is I can’t be bothered to do anything about it. - Or anything else.
My website died literally minutes after I had just fired out a few emails to a couple of websites I was going to use it as a portfolio for when pitching my writing skills. It didn’t just die though, it took all of my recent posts with it.
Later I found that a plugin I’d been using to create daily backups hadn’t been. Then when I did recover most of my posts, I realized that I now need to rebuild the whole site over and… Yeah, I’m simply too depressed to even think about it.
Now in retrospect, I realize that I seem to have pretty much exactly the same problems recur at the same time each year. It’s almost like an annual curse which strikes in July.
Of course, I need to get on top of things. Maybe tomorrow or the next day…