I've been feeling very unmotivated lately. There's a book I started a few months ago, that I've been trying to get back into, but it's just not happening. About three scarves I started, that are sitting half done in my dresser, untouched for probably two or three months, that could be that its not cold and don't see the need to make them though. A painting I started litterally in December that has been sitting in a closet, or on a shelf ever since, and everytime I see it I want to work on it but never do. This isn't really out of the ordinary for me, I rarely finish something I start, but for some reason I'm more aware of it now. Maybe it's because my time is split between work, hanging out with Rachel, hanging out with friends, or a bit of sleep that I never seem to be able to get enough of. I've actually had probably ten days in the last six months that ive had nothing to do on that I could just laze around with, which is sweet, but hard to get used to when I used to have pretty The last half year has been pretty interesting, and I've had a lot of fun, I think I just crave a vacation, or some splurging on myself. Hmmm. Three and a half hours until works over and I think I'm going to listen to all kinds of new music, and maybe some old favourites really loud and smoke a lot. Should be fun.