I don’t know what it is, but lately I’ve been bored. Bored with almost everything. Is it because I’m getting tired of this shit in my head? Am I starting to rebel against my fear of going outside, going places, doing things? Perhaps it’s a start in the right direction.
I’ve been working on a few things here and there since 4am this morning. I’ve been out to my garden to check on things…twice (BTW my veggies are happy and already at least 2 inches taller since Saturday). I’ve done a few loads of laundry. I stood in front of the fridge, unsuccessfully looking for a snack more times than I can count. Channel surfing has come up with literally nothing. I’ve researched a few things for later blogs and opened a logo I’m working on several times, only to close the file and relegate that task to tomorrow.
I suppose I could go clean my bedroom, or wash the 5 dishes in the sink, or run around the house screaming, or vacuum. I can’t go into the living room, there’s a sick man on the couch and I certainly don’t want his cooties. He sounds like a barrel of snot with two legs fighting with a rhino on a hot day. No thanks!
Oh well, I just got an email from a friend needing some editing help. That should occupy for about 10 minutes. Then I’ll have to concoct some new trouble to get into.