lethargy

I have done nothing today, and so feel kind of like a pile of shit. I woke up at 11:30 on the couch (where I slept because there is crap all over my bed), sat up and started watching TV. It is still on, and I have not set foot outside all day. And I'm still wearing my pants from yesterday, and I haven't taken a shower. Actually, I don't think I've taken a shower since Thursday.

But no exams today, and the exam I have tomorrow will be pretty easy. So I think I'll have a few beers tonight, kick back and relax. Some more-- like I haven't been doing that enough the last couple days, weeks, years. But in the meantime, I am going to make spaghetti from scratch... ooh, an interesting prospect. I'll offer my roommate to make dinner if he buys drinks.

Well, I asked him, and he said 1) he doesn't feel like spaghetti 2) he would buy alcohol, but 3) he has no mode of transportation to get down to Northwest Highway. Great.

Put "My Sharona" on the stereo, light up the stove, baby. I'm gonna make us some pascetti.

umm

Sit and tap, click. Read, wait, scratch your neck, and sit tap click again, hoping that something you write will really be good, really worth writing and worth reading. And it might be, because it's happened before-- thoughts are suddenly clear, and you can synthesize them freshly, easily. Words spring from your fingertips with unexpected slick felicitous facility, even if they sound a little over the top and dumb.

Sometimes it's a waste of time to sit and tap, pecking keys with the reluctance of pecking an aunt.

But sometimes, even when you don't say much, you get get the feeling that something greater than you has come through your fingers, through your mind. You actually write something better than you thought you could write, don't you? And that makes it interesting. That makes it worth sitting, tap, click.