Friday, August 01, 2003
today is a day of rest. more like a day of sloth, actually. i'm eating cheerios from the box in my pink fuzzy pajama pants and typing nonsense.
here's what i should be doing:
applying for jobs i won't get
finishing the last 40 pages of proust
starting a new book
repainting my toenails
writing a novel or at least a short story
i'm really handicapped. i can't get motivated at all. i couldn't wait for the winter to pass and postponed doing things because it was too cold. now it's hot and i still don't feel like doing anything except bemoaning my position and flailing around helplessly. on the bright side, at least i'm aware of my tendency to self-destruct. right?
here's what i should be doing:
applying for jobs i won't get
finishing the last 40 pages of proust
starting a new book
repainting my toenails
writing a novel or at least a short story
i'm really handicapped. i can't get motivated at all. i couldn't wait for the winter to pass and postponed doing things because it was too cold. now it's hot and i still don't feel like doing anything except bemoaning my position and flailing around helplessly. on the bright side, at least i'm aware of my tendency to self-destruct. right?
