Here I am drinking coffee at 1AM, trying desperately to think of interesting topics to write about for my creative writing project, before I go to bed.

Lately, I’ve been living the routine of coming home around 6:30, playing some games for awhile, eating dinner, and then playing the piano. In that specific order. Before I know it, it’s close to midnight and I remember that I promised myself that I would write two pieces of writing every day. It doesn’t help that I always feel tired. And I cannot go to bed before midnight or I feel like I’m wasting time and being unproductive.

My body is in a stalemate with my drive for productivity. And it sucks, bad.