Slothful. Slugish. Slogish?
I set my alarm this morning at my usual early hour intending to get up, have breakfast, and do lots and lots of post-vacation cleaning. This has not happened.
First I inexplicably decided to sift through a fanfic archive in hopes of finding Devil May Cry fan fiction that wasn't Dante-Vegil porn. (That I could even entertain this hope, much less act on it, tells you how little brain power I had this morning.) Then I had to have a chat on FB. I finally got some dishes washed, but then it was back dawdling on the internet, followed by a nap. A nap, before lunch!
Given that it's now mid-afternoon, I have only now finished eating lunch, and I am back dawdling on the internet, I am not holding out lots of hope for the rest of the day. I really have to scrape up the energy to do laundry: I'm not sure I have clothes for tomorrow. And I should write some L5R stuff, or failing that some of my own stuff. Something. Anything.
First I inexplicably decided to sift through a fanfic archive in hopes of finding Devil May Cry fan fiction that wasn't Dante-Vegil porn. (That I could even entertain this hope, much less act on it, tells you how little brain power I had this morning.) Then I had to have a chat on FB. I finally got some dishes washed, but then it was back dawdling on the internet, followed by a nap. A nap, before lunch!
Given that it's now mid-afternoon, I have only now finished eating lunch, and I am back dawdling on the internet, I am not holding out lots of hope for the rest of the day. I really have to scrape up the energy to do laundry: I'm not sure I have clothes for tomorrow. And I should write some L5R stuff, or failing that some of my own stuff. Something. Anything.