I acquired the notepad of my desire yesterday, but I’ve still not gotten around to using it. I should probably put it on the desk where it can taunt and torment me; that would likely stand the best chance of forcing my hand. Motivation continues to be lacking, but I find I don’t really care. As long as I’m getting food and drink in me, and vaguely bathing… I can’t complain really, can I? Annoyance continues to nibble at the edges of my psyche, but it’s still weak, ineffective. I’m grateful, though wary. They feel like they’re sneaking up on me, and that’s when they have the best shot of dragging me downwards. But lo, I shall breathe slowly, deeply… and continue to fight for serenity. Hopefully motivation will sneak up behind that, but I won’t count on it.