Can't be arsed

For an art blog there hasn't been much in the way of visual stimulation here for a while has there? How remiss of me. There are various reasons for this: I'm using a new laptop and the software I needed to load for my camera phone isn't working and I can't be arsed to sort it out; I haven't got Photoshop or anything on here yet either. But mostly it's because I'm feeling like a right miserable cow, in case you hadn't noticed, and 'can't be arsed' just about sums up everything about me right now. For example I'm sitting here in my sleeping bag writing this because I can't be arsed to get up. When I do finally get up I know I won't be arsed to do something with my unruly morning hair and will just tie it up, if I can even be arsed with that. I won't be arsed to make breakfast, because it'll be almost lunchtime, then I won't be arsed with lunch because it'll involve effort that I can't be arsed with. Then I'll notice that it's a beautiful day and I'll think to myself that I should go for a walk and make the most of it, but you know I just can't be arsed and that I'll sit at my desk staring out of the window instead. By 3pm I'll be in such an arsy mood with myself for not being arsed that I'll get all irritated. Then I'll be bloody restless and the thing I hate most in the world is feeling restless, well that and feeling needy and insecure - and I can't be arsed with that any more. It's all leaving me wondering what exactly is left that I can actually be arsed with, but I'm finding it's so much effort to come up with anything, that I can't be arsed to think about it any more.