This is Anne’s Motivation. She doesn’t know I figured out her password, so don’t tell her, okay? I only have a second to talk because I’m on the run. Anne’s been looking for me lately, and I don’t like it. I don’t like it at all. I am TIRED, and I deserve a vacation as much as Sleep and Sanity, who, by the way, haven’t been around much either. Well, I take that back – Sleep likes to stop by every once in a while, but never when he’s supposed to. He made an appearance yesterday around 3:30 in the afternoon and made Anne skip going to the gym, then left around 5:30 and stayed out till after midnight. Cheeky bugger. Nobody likes Sleep, but he’s a necessary evil.
Oh, and Sanity? Yeah. We haven’t seen her for at least a decade. At this point, she’s more of an urban legend than anything else. Supposedly, there was a time when Anne wasn’t a nutcase, but nobody can remember this and we don’t have any proof.
Anyway, I stuck around for a while. Seriously, I did. I helped Anne do things like laundry, cooking, and cleaning. I helped her make it to work on time every day. I mean, for crying out loud, I’m the reason she wrote and edited an entire novel!
The problem is, it’s spring. And I’m tired now. I don’t really care about the laundry any more, so obviously, niether does Anne. She just keeps stepping over the growing piles of clothes in her bedroom floor like they’re not even there. Yesterday I actually saw her attempt a Harry Potter spell on the laundry basket. For a second, she thought it might work, but she was wrong.
The point of all this is, don’t tell her you saw me. And before you feel bad for her, she’s not alone. Delirium and Tedium are still hanging out with her. They’re not a whole lot of fun, but they’re company. So if you see Anne leaving dirty dishes out for days on end or staring at her computer screen for twenty minutes before giving up and closing it, just know it’s because I’ve run away for the time being. I’m getting together with some other Motivations for a big party. But eventually, I’ll be back… you just never know when.