The End of All Motivation

I'm talking about nursing school. I hate nursing school. I realize how bad that sounds now that I've actually written it down, but that's basically it. You know how many butts I wiped on Wednesday? Four. Four butts. Well, not four butts, it was the same butt four times. Same difference. And it's not even that. I don't mind wiping butts. Somebody's got to do it, and I'm the student, so I do it. It's probably worse to be the guy who has to have his butt wiped four times because the doctor was blasting him with fiber and laxatives, and the CP prevents him from getting out of bed to use the bathroom for himself, so he has to go on a bedpan, if he can make it, otherwise he just has to go in the bed, and tell me that's not embarrassing. Yeah, it's definitely much worse to be that guy.

Back to me.

I can't write. Even posting this blog is kind of painful. I've written nothing but a five page scene for a contest that, frankly, wasn't that great. The scene, I mean. The contest is fine. I have a pretty decent beginning to a screenplay that I have not touched since school started. I got nothing. It's not that I don't want to be a nurse, it's just that being a nursing student sucks, and what sucks worse than that alone is that I don't have anything left after doing all my sucky nursing homework to devote to what I really like to do, which is write. I'm not even keeping up with my nursing blog. Nothing. The only thing I haven't lost motivation for is watching TV. Still love to watch TV. Lots of TV. And ice cream. So much ice cream, you wouldn't believe. I'm actually going to quit writing this now, and go get some ice cream. There's been a lot of ice cream on sale lately.