Picking up my bummed out bum and unbumming it.

On Monday I had a chat with one of my professors. Well, she's an author, not a professor, and an editor, but you get the idea. Nothing bad, though, she routinely talks with all us students.
But oh my... I know I've been in trouble for a while. But no one has really noticed. Love, perhaps, and some of my classmates who depend on me doing my part for our study group... But no one has pointed it out like she did. Without being judgemental about it, just understanding.
So maybe I should tell you exactly what my problem is?
Lack of energy to do anything requiring thinking. Even the dishes require some sort of effort, and I've been really lazy with those also. Well, lazy is not the right word. Yes, it's lazy to not to an effing thing, but at the same time I'm not just plain lazy. I've had this feeling for a while now, of having a gigantic, heavy blanket over me that doesn't let me reach out to do anything. And it has some sort of poison on it that makes me go "but it's so comfy in here anyway... I'll just sleep a little".
So I don't get anything done, my school work suffers from it as does anything else I am supposed to do.
What to do about it? I have for a while now resigned to Blankie, the gigant poison blanket and now I need to beat him up. How? Well, he's big, right? I'm not that strong. But I can be sneaky with him! My professor told me to make lists. Lists over what upsets me, why I'm sad, what bothers me and not to mention: a frikkin to-do list for the day!

I did it yesterday, and... I did everything on it! Paid my bills, finished my analysis paper (about bloody time, it's due today) and not to mention... called my dentist and set up an appointment. I've been needing that ever since he scared the shit out of me. Sooo... I have an appointment for today. Eeep! Going to have my cavity done, prolly get another appointment for having another done that he tried to do last time also, but it still hurts. And, finally, have my wisdom teeth pulled. But not today. I hope I can do it after Christmas, because that's a perfect time for eating soup a whole month anyway. *lol*
And no, I haven't suddenly won the lottery. I'm taking the money we got from selling Pea. We were going to get a washer for that money, but Love is forcing me to finally fix my teeth instead.
Bah... blood sucker dentists.

But OK, the point was that the list seemed to work yesterday. I've made one for today also (no, it doesn't have "bash dentists head with a blunt object and getting the hell out of there" on it), so hopefully this will be the new, bum unbummed me. I'm not saying Blankie is gone, I fully expect him to put up a fight, but I'll try. Maybe I'll befriend mr. Manic Listing instead.

But because I've blabbered on so much now, I'll leave you with a treat. Someone takes their christmas decorations too seriously.