words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup

i had grandiose plans for today.

instead i washed a mat, watched an episode of battlestar gallactica, looked at found things, and bought the most eclectic collection of food yet this year. all very grandiose in their own way, i suppose, but certainly not the level to which i was aspiring.

i seem to lack motivation.

perhaps a good sleep will fix this?