The elusive thing called "motivation"

Oh, man, my life has been one huge episode of craziness for so long. I've had my head stuck in some many books and journal articles, I'm beginning to feel like a library. Literally, a library. I just semi-finished one of three term papers I have to hand in (first due date for 2 papers is at the end of the month) and I still have a ton of reading to catch up on. The thing is, I just have amazingly low motivation. It's plagued me ever since I began grad school and it's killing me inside because I've always been highly self-motivated. I pride myself on it. But the fact is, everytime I get online to start doing research, I inevitably veer off to check out stupid things like Wil Wheaton's weblog http://www.wilwheaton.net" title="http://www.wilwheaton.net" target="_blank"http://www.wilwheaton.net (not that Wil Wheaton is stupid, it's just stupid that I'm wasting my time on it when I should be working) or giving out at advice at Advicenators (see sidebar. Yes, I've become an advice columnist, coz somehow, despite my own life spinning out of control, I can still manage to dish out suggestions to other people. Go figure.) I haven't talked to any of my friends, except my best friend and my guy friend who has too much free time on his hands. I know that soon most of us will be too busy to talk, but it seems like I've gotten a head start on that and to all you guys, I'm sorry. It just seems like the only free time I have is right now, right in a lull in my writing capabilities, at a pretty bad hour - not an appropriate time to be calling anyone up for a chat. Ugh. Okay, that's enough for now. I feel like I'm such a downer. Back to work, silly girl...uh, maybe after one last piece of advice. :)

Final thought: Nose to the grind, everything will be fine. :P