Thursday, 22 September 2011
If it's Thursday, this must be banal
Lately, I catch myself not wanting to do anything. Or to put it more positively, I want to do nothing.
I don't want to keep the house clean (I do want it to be clean); I don't want to cook ( I do seem to want to eat, but lately I'd prefer it to be elsewhere); I don't want to read (I'm discovering that for the most part all of my books are like all of my other books); I don't want to see people (but I'd probably be distressed if no one wanted to see me); I don't want to choose music (but I can stand it if someone else does); I don't want to watch TV (that's what happens when a series with Jonathan Rhys-Myers in it is over); I don't want to write (but I seem to want to share)
I also don't want to self-video myself being whiney even though I'm sorely tempted.