by J. Wall.
The never-ending saga of lacking motivation.
|On the counter sits a stack of grey plates and bowls that look about ready to topple any minute now. If they do fall, I have a mess to clean. If they do not, I still have a mess. I now have to choose the lesser of two evils. If I let them crash to the floor then I have shards to collect and new dishes to buy; if I do not then I have to wash them all and let them dry. It does not seem like a tough decision, but for me it is.|