I have started a few entries in the past two days about how I am tired/groggy/cranky/still haven’t done laundry. I am hesitant (or lazy) about writing about/posting such things, because they are boring, whiny, and unattractive. The last one goes back to the fact that the old habit of writing for a specific audience (read: ex-boyfriends or love interests who you want to give the appearence of togetherness/happiness/confidence to), which is unattractive in and of itself.

Work is busy.

This upcoming weekend, I somehow have to motivate myself to go to the gym (newly joined, uber cheap), return the quilt I bought online, and return some stuff at Borders. None of that should be at all difficult, but I am in such stasis that such errands seem like Herculian tasks.

Apparently, I am also incapable of writing anything that is not a cliche.

I keep thinking that at least it’s Wednesday, and after the dreaded Wednesday night meeting, it’s all smooth sailing from here (because that is how weeks usually go) but this week is going to get worse before it gets better, and then it all starts again Monday and it will be equally, if not more icky.

I fully intend to do my laundry tonight, which will at least end my bitching on that one.

I have to break some blogger-etiqutte and not immediately pass on the awards that Kim and Stevie  gave me, but both have my thanks, and both are awesome.

I just cannot seem to get it together with writing a blog post today. I get to go home early but that is almost cancelled out by the fact that I have to go to my most unfavorite thing at 9PM. My tendency to dread things I don’t want to do can ruin a whole day for me, if I let it. (I try not to let it) Now that I can drive again, I have a whole list of Unpleasant Things that I should accomplish and get over with (such as the dentist. I hate the dentist). Stop thinking, start doing, etc, etc

This whole NaBloPoMo thing is harder than I thought. At least tomorrow, I can just make a list of things that I am grateful for.

I am debating whether I should stop on my way home and buy pie making stuff. We’re going to family friend’s house for dinner tomorrow, and were told to bring nothing and I wasn’t planning on making it, but now I”m thinking I should.

These are the things that I put down on paper when I’m forced to write. I’m sure that if I were able to focus, I could do better, but that is not happening today.