Since my birthday I've been a lazy butt. I've zero motivation to do much of anything. I'm bored with the Internet, although I still spend way too much time on it. I can't concentrate on the crocheting project I'm working on. And I can't sit still long enough to read The Russian Debutante's Handbook, whose title belies the plot of the novel.

I think part of this lack of attention span is due to the fact that I've not been able to work out since getting my tattoo. My back is still too tender to wear a sport's bra, and the idea of wearing one at this moment makes me cringe.

I'm always surprised on how much working out helps keep me focused and grounded. It's going to be hard to keep it up once my summer classes start in July, I'm not sure when I'm going to breathe let alone workout for the months of July and August. I just have to keep reminding myself that taking these classes will help me graduate on time and lighten my load during the Fall semester.

I have a photo to share of the clusterf*ck that was the Metro ride this morning, but my phone was acting up before the battery died and I couldn't send it to myself. Hopefully I'll be able to get it up when I get home.