I can't believe I just bought a $25 leather bound journal and all I do is type on this internet thingy.

It's another one of those days. No motivation, all the things i would like to do race through my head on a constant loop; a guilt trip merry-go-round of sorts. I can't convince myself to muster the mental strength to do pretty much anything above zoning out in front of the tv. Uninspired would be the correct classification, i believe.
I'm about two-thirds through a really good book, but even reading feels like a chore right now.
I need a new muse, something to be passionate about. I don't feel like I have that, but it seems everyone else I know does. Does everyone feel like this though? I suppose it would be pretentious to believe I'm the only one.
This mood always makes me feel the need to purge my life of distractions and focus on a certain unspecified . . .I don't know, "thing". Which would inevitably be a futile endeavor. Per usual, I would just find a new distraction, and the vicious cycle would continue. "All of this happened before. All of this will happen again." So say we all.
Does this all stem from a fear of failure? Do I purposely make excuses to avoid the things that I desire to excel at? Is the challenge too great? So if I never try, I'll never fail? Or is it the work? Is it too hard? Maybe I just don't feel like it.
I hate when all this stuff runs through my head right before bed.