Sometimes I get up a half an hour early to get ready,
And then sometimes I sit here like the lazy fuck I am and wait for the 10 minutes prior to my needing to leave to actually jump on it and get ready.
I hate this.
Where's my drive?
Where's my desire?
Where's my ganas?
Of course it's not just pertaining to getting up and moving in the morning.
But.
I dunno.