What exactly, is my problem?

I'm trying not to become irritable, But there are so many things that I have not accomplished. So many projects that are not finished and as much as I would like to blame it all on 14in. of snow, It has nothing to do with the weather, and everything to do with depression. I set my alarm for 8:30 a.m. and still manage to sleep through till 11:00. Then I only have a small amount of time to do what needs to be done for the day, Now that I have to go outside every so often and use a snow shovel, I  have even less time to do anything besides read a chapter in a book and eat dinner. Suddenly I wish I were still working. At least I would feel as if I had accomplished something at the end of the day. Instead I just wake up at 10:45 and feel like a bum. I need to arrange my poems and I need to write, I need to do this and I need to do that,

So why is it that all I can think about is "I wonder when this day will be over and I can go back to sleep."

Literally all I can think about 90% of the time is "when can I go back to sleep" and when I go to write something  its filled with unhappiness, because I am unhappy, something about my life is so unsatisfying and I have yet to realize what it is. I'll let you know when it hits me, but probably not because I may take a nap first and then when I wake up from the nap and say to myself "Maybe I should blog today." I'll talk myself out of it. Read, eat dinner and then go back to sleep until winter is over. Why? Because I'm a sad, loser. To put it plainly. As of now my life is a moose turd.

In other news,,,

Update on books:

Some of these were given to me as Christmas presents, some were ordered from Thriftbooks and some were given to me by friends, I particularly liked "Welcome to my Planet" by Shannon Olson, "Tick Tock" by Dean Koontz, and "Cracked" by K. M. Walton. (Side note: True friends share books they've already read and they don't mind when you "forget" to return them.)

-Liz