Motivation, or lack thereof ...

I have so much to do, and no inclination at all to get any of it done. I have to

1. Write to my aunt to ask for her help with my family history
2. Ring Clare tomorrow to wish her a happy birthday, in lieu of the card I didn't post in time.
3. Ring the doctor's surgery to cancel my diabetic nurse appointment for Wednesday, that only arrived on Friday, and which I can't reshedule until the week after Bonfire Night
4. Clean, tidy, and generally clear out my room - it literally has enough free floor space to get from the door to the bed, and the bird cages
5. Get back on the low carb eating plan
6. Figure out what I want for Christmas, and give the list to the people who want to know
7. Clear out the spare room, which is filled with tons of my stuff, in storage crates.
8. Work out a way to not spend all my wages in the first half of the month.
9. Catch up on email
10. Sort out my wardrobe, and work out what is still wearable, ditch what isn't

Argh. All I actually want to do is stay here, on my bed, meandering around online and listening to music. I don't *want* to go to work, or do stuff that needs to be done. It's too much effort. Everything is too much effort. Why can't I just be a recluse for the next how ever many years I'm here for?