Chaos. Disorder. Everything flying at me, not a chance to rest. Continuous interuptions and demands for my immediate attention. The morning seemed to fly by in a matter of minutes. And then stopped.
I look at my IN box knowing that I have more to do, but unless it's flying right at my head, I can't seem to find the motivation to go on. So I glare at the papers and they just sit there, no matter how ferocious my gaze.
I know that lack of motivation is not and excuse. It is a reason. So I'm going to try my best and conquer a small part of my mess at record time and hope that I find something urgent that has to be done yesterday.
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