An afternoon of blah
Ever had one of those days where nothing in particular seems to be worth the time or energy necessary to do it?
I'm sitting here and wondering just what to do with myself tonight and so far have not come up with any great answers. Can't think of what I want to eat for dinner because it's too warm in the main room of our apartment, so I'm not going to want to cook, yet I don't want to have to go out or pick up the phone to have something delivered.
I look at the stacks of unread mystery novels on the shelf and know that I'll never get to them all. There are some I've even lost interest in and probably won't ever read. My stamp table continues to gather dust on the half-made projects I have there. The drawer of unmounted stamps continues to stay a drawer of unmounted stamps. My fountain pen is still full of ink.
My saved game of "Baten Kaitos" hangs at the land of Mira, the game itself is in its case on the game rack and likely to stay there for a while.
The Sue Grafton jigsaw puzzle that is rolled up in a puzzle keeper is staying in there, not putting itself together in my absence.
Onyx is lying on the arm of the couch, almost blending in with the upholstery. I wonder if she is having some problems with her left ear as she seems to scratch it a lot.
The half-finished puzzle in Logic Paradise sits on the table, mechanical pencil across it.
I sometimes think that I should probably just get rid of all my things. At least that way I won't have to feel guilty about not using them.
The hamper of dirty laundry is almost full. Okay, that I'm going to have to do.
Bleah.
I'm sitting here and wondering just what to do with myself tonight and so far have not come up with any great answers. Can't think of what I want to eat for dinner because it's too warm in the main room of our apartment, so I'm not going to want to cook, yet I don't want to have to go out or pick up the phone to have something delivered.
I look at the stacks of unread mystery novels on the shelf and know that I'll never get to them all. There are some I've even lost interest in and probably won't ever read. My stamp table continues to gather dust on the half-made projects I have there. The drawer of unmounted stamps continues to stay a drawer of unmounted stamps. My fountain pen is still full of ink.
My saved game of "Baten Kaitos" hangs at the land of Mira, the game itself is in its case on the game rack and likely to stay there for a while.
The Sue Grafton jigsaw puzzle that is rolled up in a puzzle keeper is staying in there, not putting itself together in my absence.
Onyx is lying on the arm of the couch, almost blending in with the upholstery. I wonder if she is having some problems with her left ear as she seems to scratch it a lot.
The half-finished puzzle in Logic Paradise sits on the table, mechanical pencil across it.
I sometimes think that I should probably just get rid of all my things. At least that way I won't have to feel guilty about not using them.
The hamper of dirty laundry is almost full. Okay, that I'm going to have to do.
Bleah.