In Need Of A Reason

Went shopping with Amanda today and got new gym shoes. Now I have no excuse not to work out tomorrow morning. Oh well. The shoes were a really good deal. I didn't get much else done, but at least I took my meds--something I didn't do Saturday or Sunday, for some reason. I have a really hard time taking them on weekends, probably because my schedule gets mixed up. Now I need to go to bed but I don't want to, which is strange because in the morning I won't want to get up. I want something to look forward to. I've been trying to think of any such thing, but nothing comes to mind except remaining curled up in bed all day, which is the sort of reward that would entirely defeat the purpose of making myself want to get up in the morning, I'm thinking. What could I do tomorrow that will make me want to get up? Nothing. Nothing nothing nothing. But there must be something, I know there must. This is a huge world and it cannot--must not--be entirely void of things which I can love.