Nothing, Nowhere, with Nobody.
This week has absolutely been as non-productive as anyone can possibly imagine. So many projects I that need attention. And not a one of them attended to. At all.
Brainstorming for new post-apocalyptic fiction to write?
Advancing in current wizards and warriors fiction?
Song writing for new crop of Bobbo songs?
Re-upping challenge level in FF6 hack?
Respond to e-mails that have been sitting in my inbox for two weeks?
Make new LJ icons, as I'm sure everyone is sick and tired of looking at the creepy guy on Alice in Chains' Facelift cover whenever they read an entry of mine?
Begin Final Fantasy 9 again like I said I was going to do the last month and a half?
Grocery shopping?
Dirty laundry?
Fold and put away clean laundry?
Dirty dishes?
Dry and put away clean dishes?
Nay, nay, nay, nay, nay, nay, nay, nay, nay, nay, and nay. So much nay that is sounds like a horse stable at Churchill Downs.
So what have I done this week instead of all these things I could have done in some sort of progressive fashion? You guessed it...
Abso-fuckin'-lutely nothing.
I work. I come home. Make the rounds on the internet. And then I fall into the trap that produces laziness in hundreds of millions of people any given minute. The glowing box known as TV. It doesn't own me, as I still hate most of TV. But to say it hinders in my progress would in fact be accurate. The last three days, I've watched That 70s Show, Seinfeld, and Scrubs in direct succession from 5:00 on. By the time that's over, I feel like it's too late to accomplish anything, so I reside in IRC and AIM talking to random people for two hours until I collapse in bed listening to Jawbox or Muse or whoever is playing at the time that my face stays directly on the pillow for 11 minutes. Granted that I can give myself slight reprieve this week considering I've felt pretty shitty all week. Monday and Tuesday were as a result of an uber-migraine. One of the worst ones I've had in a long time. Then Wednesday, I was completely utterly sapped for energy, so much so that I felt like if I even attempted to do anything I'd collapse straight in a heap.
So do I break the trend tomorrow and tackle some of the projects that I've been meaning to get done?
Nah. The Celtics open up the season tomorrow, so that'll have my attention for most of the night. Plus, might as well complete the wasted week instead of the wasted 6 days. The weekend is already booked up full of these projects and many more little errands I must go for. The weekend will be good in that aspect.
I've been so lazy that I haven't even shaved since last Friday. I have a pretty decent shitbeard going. Someone at work told me I should grow a soul patch. I was slightly intrigued, though Jess said she would disown me if I tried it. Will I shave tomorrow? Nah. Again, why mess up the whole lazy week vibe?
That and I don't have any razors. Looks like I'm going to do some grocery shopping before shaving.
Brainstorming for new post-apocalyptic fiction to write?
Advancing in current wizards and warriors fiction?
Song writing for new crop of Bobbo songs?
Re-upping challenge level in FF6 hack?
Respond to e-mails that have been sitting in my inbox for two weeks?
Make new LJ icons, as I'm sure everyone is sick and tired of looking at the creepy guy on Alice in Chains' Facelift cover whenever they read an entry of mine?
Begin Final Fantasy 9 again like I said I was going to do the last month and a half?
Grocery shopping?
Dirty laundry?
Fold and put away clean laundry?
Dirty dishes?
Dry and put away clean dishes?
Nay, nay, nay, nay, nay, nay, nay, nay, nay, nay, and nay. So much nay that is sounds like a horse stable at Churchill Downs.
So what have I done this week instead of all these things I could have done in some sort of progressive fashion? You guessed it...
Abso-fuckin'-lutely nothing.
I work. I come home. Make the rounds on the internet. And then I fall into the trap that produces laziness in hundreds of millions of people any given minute. The glowing box known as TV. It doesn't own me, as I still hate most of TV. But to say it hinders in my progress would in fact be accurate. The last three days, I've watched That 70s Show, Seinfeld, and Scrubs in direct succession from 5:00 on. By the time that's over, I feel like it's too late to accomplish anything, so I reside in IRC and AIM talking to random people for two hours until I collapse in bed listening to Jawbox or Muse or whoever is playing at the time that my face stays directly on the pillow for 11 minutes. Granted that I can give myself slight reprieve this week considering I've felt pretty shitty all week. Monday and Tuesday were as a result of an uber-migraine. One of the worst ones I've had in a long time. Then Wednesday, I was completely utterly sapped for energy, so much so that I felt like if I even attempted to do anything I'd collapse straight in a heap.
So do I break the trend tomorrow and tackle some of the projects that I've been meaning to get done?
Nah. The Celtics open up the season tomorrow, so that'll have my attention for most of the night. Plus, might as well complete the wasted week instead of the wasted 6 days. The weekend is already booked up full of these projects and many more little errands I must go for. The weekend will be good in that aspect.
I've been so lazy that I haven't even shaved since last Friday. I have a pretty decent shitbeard going. Someone at work told me I should grow a soul patch. I was slightly intrigued, though Jess said she would disown me if I tried it. Will I shave tomorrow? Nah. Again, why mess up the whole lazy week vibe?
That and I don't have any razors. Looks like I'm going to do some grocery shopping before shaving.