Can't .. get .. going

I'm in some kind of sand pit this morning. Sitting and staring at a wall sounds lovely right now. Actually, not getting out of bed and staring out the window all morning sounded really lovely this morning. But there's this thing called a job. It pays the bills? And, like, I have a couple of trips coming up, you know? So it'd be, like, REALLY super to pay for them? So I got out of bed and came to work. Sigh.