DNA Testing

I want to know what's in my DNA. Granted I may not be able to change it. But I want to know. because somewhere on that chain, my motivational gene is missing. Or fucked up. Because I dont' have much motivation. Well in certain things I do. but lately, I've digressed. And it shows.

My place looks like a cyclone made it's way through here. I can't find shit and that is beginning to irk me.

Also, I lost my desire to get into shape. And that's disturbing. In my head I WANT to do it. I know WHAT I need to do. But there seems to be a major synapse malfunction in getting my arms and legs to perform. I visualize where I want my body to be, and of course I want it that way without having to perform the required work to do it. Damn my DNA.

Well, I have begun the arduous process of figuring out what I'm going to pack and take with me when I move and what I need to sell/leave/donate. And then I get all discombobulated. Then I don't want to do it. I have three whole days to do shit and so far half this day is gone and guess what? Yep, haven't done much. Actually I'm still in the kitchen. I can't get past the kitchen. Do I really need all these pots and pans and corningware and utensils and glasses? Yes and no. Hence my dilemma. I know G-man has a lot of stuff, so i really don't think I need as much as I have.

Funny thing is, I am excited about cleaning all his shit up. I can clean up other people's stuff, but not my own.

I wonder if anyone is performing gene transplants.......