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Jun. 22nd, 2006 10:57 amI think I'm going to fuck off. Entirely. Work has been comfortable today - busy enough to have stuff to do, none of it quickly due, but not so little as to be bored. I've worked out enough, and really can't do a weight thing today or tomorrow. It'll rain so I can't run. Most chores are done, it seems the ones taht remain or need redoing I don't care enough about to do. I play too much starcraft / browse ebay too much. I need to do nothing. Watch a movie, dumb. Cartoons. Wank. Everything is work, recreation is work. I need to tune out, turn off. Not need, want. I'm talking to myself. What did I say and why? Monchichi, mon-chi-chi, oh so soft and cud-dl-ey! No nation. Just me.