The Slippery Slope of a Fatigued Mind

So my friend came over to hang out tonight. I was on my computer when he did, which is not that out of the ordinary. However, I felt unmotivated to really move. He sat down, and I continued to browse a bit. He then asked a question that got an explosive response. "Do you have any lifelong goals?" *

My calm snapped out of place, and I replied, "Do I look like I have any life long goals?"

"I wasn't aware that looks had anything to do with it," he shot back.

"No, I mean that I'm..." and I then began to nitpick my life, so I could prove to him that I clearly couldn't have lifelong goals, or I wouldn't be where I am now.

( Here begins the 'TL;DR' )

So.. that is quite a bunch of words. I'm going to be surprised and impressed if anyone actually got to the end of this. Your thoughts are infinitely welcome. If you'd like to email me about them, it's my LJ username at gmail.

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* - Or something very similar.
** - Something that sounds very familiar, given the whole "wanna be an author" bit.