listening to: Unfinished Monkey Business -- Ian Brown (formerly of the Stone Roses)
eating: CostCo's frozen lasagna
editing: web sites, FAQs, boring boring boring.
browsing: Space -- reading about secret suns portending our doom. Nemesis Online, indeed...
reading: between books. just finished Hippopotamus, by Stephen Fry. Starting City Come A Walkin', by John Shirley. Thumbing through Unfinsihed Tales, by J. R. R. Tolkien (edited by son Christopher).
thinking: what next? what next...
doing: nothing worth doing.

still repeating? good.

James reminded me that I ought to be blogging more often. I just don't have the enthusiasm when I'm at work, and when I'm at home, I have too many other hobbies to work into the 4 or 5 hours I have between meal and bed. I don't want to risk those few minutes of blogging when I could spend that time reading, playing a game, painting something, going for a walk. I hate living my life in the spaces left behind by work. Well, look at this. I had a quick little bit of work to do, then I came back and lost my place. that's the thing that's killing me. I get enough slack time to be bored out of my skull, but I get a leetle beet of work every time I start doing something else, so I can't scratch together a single strand of time. It's all staccato, choppy, so I can't even concentrate on my slacking off. I wish I were in school again, sometimes. Of course, a life in academia has its own failings. massive, ugly failings. failings that made me decide it wasn't right for me either. So, then, I toss the coin again, and see where fate flings me. heads or tails? you call it.