I'm not gonna drink that one.

There is a short girl dancing in my living room. She dances to even a few beats of music. She dances despite the fact that she is holding my unopened soda. It doesn't matter. She hears a few notes, and she dances.

She must know something I don't.

Loser Me.

I'm so lazy. The snow outside my window looks like rain. It's coming down that steadily. I blame the snain that's falling for my laziness. And I'm going on record stating that I prefer the winter we were having earlier this year.

What the heck is my problem? How am I not motivated?

Maybe I should just bag on the whole dream thing. It doesn't seem to be working out for me.