Pooooooossssttt...
Today is one of those days where I have a thousand things to do and none of them seem worthwhile. It must be like that for mostly everyone since everybody and their mom is online today. XD
Honestly, though, I tried playing the guitar for about 20 minutes and I just got really frustrated with myself, 'cause I'm no good at bar chords like F and B because - get this: my fingers are too LONG and have a hard time curling back on themselves, so to everyone who thinks that their hands are too small to play the guitar, consider it a blessing - so instead of continuing to work on this, I just put the guitar down and said fuck it. Because I'm an underachiever.
I thought I wanted to get up and head to the library and then maybe visit Chris at work, but it turns out I don't.
I thought maybe I'd do the laundry even if I didn't get around to folding the stuff that needs folded, but it turns out I still had one clean pair of underwear so that can wait until at LEAST tomorrow.
I've been promising myself I'd write down the weird dreams I'd been having (and man, do they keep coming), but I don't want to have to go back and think about the details. Or write something productive, but my typewriter is heavy and my notebook has funny marks on it.
Maybe I'll bake a cake.
I'm not really in a bad mood at all. I'm kind of just...existing. Maybe if Chris gets back from work early enough I'll make him take me to the library so I don't have to spend six bucks and two hours catching buses.
I'm sure I'll find SOMETHING to do.
Any suggestions?
Honestly, though, I tried playing the guitar for about 20 minutes and I just got really frustrated with myself, 'cause I'm no good at bar chords like F and B because - get this: my fingers are too LONG and have a hard time curling back on themselves, so to everyone who thinks that their hands are too small to play the guitar, consider it a blessing - so instead of continuing to work on this, I just put the guitar down and said fuck it. Because I'm an underachiever.
I thought I wanted to get up and head to the library and then maybe visit Chris at work, but it turns out I don't.
I thought maybe I'd do the laundry even if I didn't get around to folding the stuff that needs folded, but it turns out I still had one clean pair of underwear so that can wait until at LEAST tomorrow.
I've been promising myself I'd write down the weird dreams I'd been having (and man, do they keep coming), but I don't want to have to go back and think about the details. Or write something productive, but my typewriter is heavy and my notebook has funny marks on it.
Maybe I'll bake a cake.
I'm not really in a bad mood at all. I'm kind of just...existing. Maybe if Chris gets back from work early enough I'll make him take me to the library so I don't have to spend six bucks and two hours catching buses.
I'm sure I'll find SOMETHING to do.
Any suggestions?