I'm the epitome of unmotivation. Can't focus. I feel like a TV on the receiving end of a remote in the hand of a channel-surfing grandpa. (Enough prepositions for you?) Full of blurbs and garbled phrases cycling through until they're all one jumbled conglomeration. Can't concentrate. Summer work, book review, student missions?, research paper, weekend, philosophy, career?, gpa, job, pray, scholarships?, past, present, future...sleep. Must sleep. Turn the drn thing off.   ¶ 11:47 PM