counterproductive

I don't know what's up with me the last few days. I have more to do than ever before, but feel more tired and, well, blah, than I have in a long time.

There's nothing depressing going on, but I suppose there's nothing amazingly spectacular happening at the moment, either.

It's just been hard to be motiviated the last few days, and for me, that always means going back to my natural groove, however physically miserable that might make me later. It doesn't matter what time I get up, I've always been a night owl, so when I'm moody I find myself up at all hours.

Tomorrow, I'll be needing a huge pot of coffee.