I should only do what I like, apart from work

So I am sitting, here, it is one of those days, when I can not be bothered to use my time well. It is boring and annoying to be a responsible adult all the time. I think I should write more often. Love more. Breathe more. So now I kind of promise myself to blog everyday, unofficially, but then what is the point? Do I really care? I seem to be unable to attach myself to anything anymore. Or commit to any activity. I have to write an essay on Father's and Son's before noon on Thursday I am so tired and fed up. I can't be bothered right now. And all that laundry that needs to be sorted, folded and put away.