For reasons unknown to even myself I have had trouble over the past few weeks finding the motivation to do my Uni homework. This is bad. I know that. But awareness of a problem is not a solution. It is easy enough to find a scapegoat, my approaching 29th birthday… the feeling of completely having wasted the last 20 years… the heart numbing lack of a significant other… the feeling of living on borrowed time… but its not true. The only person to blame is me. I know that. And yet still I can’t find the will to change. There is an aspect of me that denys the world, and denys my need to be a part of the world. It seems that nothing can go so baddly that it will shock me into action. Hmm… self reflective, introspective bullshit. Perhaps I just need a good shag.