I got back to the Island a few hours ago.  Unfortunately I got into some rush hour traffic and then I also realized more than half-way through that I forgot Callie's noms, so I had to run to Target before coming home (otherwise I definitely knew that I was not going to go out again).  

It is always a bit awkward when I explain how little I have been caring to my parents.  Because the response is usually a chuckle and a "it isn't like you to slack off so much."  And I know that it is the perception and that nothing is really meant by it, and honestly it is my own fault for not communicating the extent of my issues to my parents simply because I do not want to worry them.  And also because I don't really think they understand.  That is why it was so easy to talk to my aunt, I suppose.  Everything I said she was able to get and relate to and that really helped, since I didn't have to try and explain things to people who don't really understand this kind of thought pattern. 

I did lightheartedly say that I just had no motivation, and my mom replied that she thought that was because I was burnt out, and I agreed, though even that I don't think completely covers it.  I know I have discussed this in the past, but it is more that I am incapable lately of finding any motivation.  That there is really not an ounce of creativity in me and I don't know what to do.  So doing nothing is the only thing I can do lately. 

Alright, 2 of 3 sisters here.  Third gets here tomorrow. Yayyyy.