Unmotivated.

I'm in the library for the second night in a row. But nothing is really hanging over my head today, I forgot to bring my notebook with tips for reworking my philosophy paper, so I think I'll probably call it a night. I wrote the introduction and the conclusion, and that'll do me. I got distracted - looking at Washington pictures, thinking about things, actually listening to my paper-writing Sufjan Stevens music. I think tonight I ought to give myself a little break. Maybe I'll watch a movie. I'll be busy at work all weekend, anyways.