Today I feel as if the laptop is glued to my lap despite the fact the sun is shining and I should be outside. Also the laptop is making me feel hotter than I already am. I hate this inertia. It’s the lure of the internet. Far more easy to clear out my bookmarks and emails than do anything constructive. Like cleaning or tidying or looking for a job. I never actually clear out my bookmarks and emails because I just get led into a spider’s web of web browsing.
I quite fancy going to a film but it’s sunny outside and the Northern Line is out of service. Excuses. Excuses. So instead I sit here and am forcing myself to write a blog post because at least that feels a bit constructive – which it isn’t it’s just alleviating my guilt.
Soon I’ll feel hungry so I’ll have lunch, then a mid-afternoon hot drink, then go out for Tea, then have an evening meal, then watch the TV and go to bed too late.
I could be writing some play reviews here as I have a backlog. I could I could I could. Do I really want to write or am I just lazy? What do I want to write if I do want to write. I can’t continue with these self-indulgent ramblings.
I don’t feel any the better for writing this. I need a kick up the backside.
Bleurgh!
