So here I am today. I sit here thinking what my life once was. I sit amid a mountain of work, this place where I sit should not be unfamilar. I've been here many times before, however, these days something is different. No longer do I seem able to push myself through an almost hopeless task, I seem to have very little motivation whatsoever even as time slips away.

It's not that I think I'll do bad work, just that I don't seem to have the drive to do any work. I find this very troubling.

Onward I must go regardless, 36 hours must pass before I give up.