I'm shocked at myself.
I managed to destroy 3 hours of my life by deciding to check in with Smart Bitches.
Holy Pack of Wolves!
I have three posts and not one of them really addresses the problem so I'm thinking it's best I say nothing.
I know. I don't think I'm well.
Bob spilled gasoline in the garage tonight and the fumes in the house are crazy so maybe that has something to do with my inability to speak my mind. You know, the more I think about it the more I realize that at a certain point, reading any more than 100 comments on one post is like listening to way too many voices in your head.
I need a zen moment. Or day.
I don't have anything new to report. Still reading the same book but only in short spurts. In an effort to snap out of my funk I'm saying yes to stuff Bob suggests.
Wanna go for a swim?
Yes. (I really don't want to get wet!)
Wanna go to Home Depot?
Wanna drive out to Burlington and blah, blah, blah?
Yes. (can't I just sit on the couch and not move?)
I can't say for sure if it's working. I know that my interest in things is starting to pick up when a few weeks there the only thing that ran through my mind was 'four hours to bed time...one more hour and you can go to bed'. Not so healthy.
All the same, I can still procrastinate with the best of them. They should really find a pill for that.