Alright. This has got to stop. Seriously.

I have a stack of filing approximately 18 inches in height sitting next to me, and I can't bring myself to do anything with it. I showed up 12 minutes later than my "late" time, for no reason whatsoever, besides the fact that I didn't want to get out of bed, and I kept waking up and smiling, smuggly at my alarm clock, thinking that I was tricking it by hiding under my covers.

I was just informed by the partner I work for that "the rest of the week is going to be pretty slow." First off: the rest of the week? It's Tuesday. Second: this week particularly is going to be slow? As opposed to last week? When I was on Vicodine? Does that mean that I get to take out a cot between the hours of 2:30 and 3:30, turn down the lights and take a nap? Because really, my work load couldn't get much lighter, and the "office" couldn't get much slower.

Okay, yes. I am complaining, and yes I should just move the fuck on... I will take any suggestions you might have today, because motivation is at an all time low... and, yes. I do have a work ethic. I take pride used to take pride in my work. But for now, it's a failed cause. I don't anymore... and I get paid a lot of money not to.