Ever have those days where you just can't make yourself do anything. Your minds a barren wasteland land, mind is somewhere else and you can't get anything done. You're so drained to the point where everything you do feels like a chore, even thinking.
And that day is today for me, I plain on heading straight to bed, and it's only 18:53, or for you heathens 6:53 p.m.
No I'm not trying to offend anyone.