Sunday 18 January 2004

One of those interminable endless days

Today is turning out to be one of those interminable, endless days that seems to go on and on and on forever.  I pass long tedious hours of playing Spider Solitaire, desultorily cruising around the net, trying without success to focus on a book (I read the same paragraph five times), and when I check the clock only 45 minutes have gone by.  I am the Queen of Procrastination, and can usually lose half a day in a blink.  But not today. 

What Douglas Adams called "the dark tea-time of the soul" is in full swing.  Except I'm "off" tea and don't even have recourse to munching on Chocolate Hobnobs (*siiigh*) to relieve this agony. 

I have loads of things to do, of course - sorting and filing the six-feet high piles of paid bills, receipts, records, correspondence; catching up on the bill-paying which chills me too the bone just to think of it; tidying the office/gym/den; loads of laundry; all tasks that have been on my to-do list for far too long.

I think I'll take Abi and Gus for a walk.

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My zombie-like state of miserable boredom has been relieved, thanks to the joyous discovery of Sundry Mourning and Ampersand.  I don't know what the heck I've been doing the last two+ years, but to have missed these two sensational hot writer-girls is a hanging offence.  I don't have a huge daily online journal reading list - I used to, but nowadays tend to check more news and information sites (BBC ruleZ) and restrict myself to a half dozen ultra-favourite OLJs.  My two "new" finds have been added with alacrity.  I should do the sensible thing and add myself to my favourites' notify lists, but there's something about clicking on the bookmarks and waiting with breathless antici .... pation to see if there's a new entry.  I know I know.  I am four. 

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