I'm always the first to admit it: I'm a procrastinating, apathetic, sit-on-my-ass bum most of the time.  I do, however, usually have spurts where I'm motivated to manage a few tasks, like write a song or an essay for a blog or finish a goddamned recording.  Lately, though, I haven't had the gumption to do a damned thing, and I think I figured out a good excuse for it.

I am an allergy sufferer, like many Americans (I assume foreigners don't have this problem).  And like many allergy sufferers I have to take medicine to relieve my allergy symptoms.  My allergies are so bad, especially during this time of the year, I have to be constantly medicated in order to function normally.  The problem is that one of the side effects of this medication is severe laziness.  Sure, I'm not sneezing like a dog in a pepper factory.  I don't have the urge to gouge my eyes out due to extreme itchiness.  But I also have absolutely no urge to do a goddamned thing.  I know I have goals I need to accomplish, but I just don't care.  I can't overcome the urge to sit on my ass and stare at the ceiling. 

All right, maybe it's not really that bad.  The medicine doesn't turn me into some sort of virtual paraplegic.  I am capable of doing the things I have no choice about, like go to work and such.  But when it comes to doing things I'd like to take care of, I turn into a do-it-tomorrow guy, more than usual. 

So here I am now, writing an essay and trying to overcome the desire to sit on my ass.  I'm hoping this will sufficiently explain to my many readers (laugh) as to why I haven't done any writing lately.  I think I got this fire lit under me because when I started I had just taken the first medication of the day and the side effect of laziness had not yet taken effect.  Now I'm almost done and the medication has fully kicked in.  It may take all my willpower to get dressed.