final diagnosis

ok
i have nothing to write about but i kinda want to write. i have nothing to paint about but...no, painting's a little too messy right now...and i'm kinda tired. i have no good books to read (although i have a growing collection of favourites that i think i'll just pick thru and read for the 19th time)... i have no motivation, i'm tempted to avoid photo again on tuesday seeing as i'm avoiding all thought of the project, and sorry gus i'm really not ashamed of avoiding----i'm just annoyed. i'm bummed about this weekend, which was looking up on thursday, but looking back wasn't all that great. maybe if i stop expecting anything out of the weekend, it'd all be good. but half the fun of planning something is looking forward to it!! ...too bad it doesn't all just turn out nicely in the end. apparently i'm developing a pattern: around thursday i'm cheerful and sometimes that lasts through the weekend...and i really don't mind monday at all! but the thought of tuesday...is killing my sunday evening...hopefully it'll leave my monday alone---maybe i can sleep right through tuesday and avoid it altogether...and then wensday is ok i suppose. it's not tuesday, so it's great!!
i wasn't kidding about having nothing to write about. i'm just trying to pick through my brain and find out what's wrong with me---is this a brick wall? we'll just say my fingers are tired.