Me, right now
Sunday, 11 January 2004 12:57 amI... am... so... bored.
I am tired. It is too late at night to start anything big and interesting like recreating the Horn of Gondor in cardboard, duct tape and probably papier mache. My fingers are sore from playing Scotch songs on Robert's guitar, so that's out. I have read all my friends page, all of the current Salon issue and what seems like most of their archives, and pretty much all of the new content of the other sites I read regularly. I don't really like watching television. I can't think of any books I want to read right now. I'm not doing housework at 1am in my pyjamas. I don't feel like doing Japanese at the moment. IRC has its charms, but I haven't chatted anywhere in so long I think I'd need to be a bit more alert when starting again.
Really, I want to go to bed. However, Robert is over the road watching American football and won't be back till 4am. It feels odd and lonely going to bed without him, so I am resisting it. Eventually I will have to give in, but not yet.
Meanwhile I am languidly hitting 'reload' on my friends page, hoping someone will have written something, vaguely playing Spider solitaire, and vegetating.
Ah, no, of course. I'm going to the fucking bathroom again. If only we had a nicer bathroom for me to be ill in. *sigh*
I am tired. It is too late at night to start anything big and interesting like recreating the Horn of Gondor in cardboard, duct tape and probably papier mache. My fingers are sore from playing Scotch songs on Robert's guitar, so that's out. I have read all my friends page, all of the current Salon issue and what seems like most of their archives, and pretty much all of the new content of the other sites I read regularly. I don't really like watching television. I can't think of any books I want to read right now. I'm not doing housework at 1am in my pyjamas. I don't feel like doing Japanese at the moment. IRC has its charms, but I haven't chatted anywhere in so long I think I'd need to be a bit more alert when starting again.
Really, I want to go to bed. However, Robert is over the road watching American football and won't be back till 4am. It feels odd and lonely going to bed without him, so I am resisting it. Eventually I will have to give in, but not yet.
Meanwhile I am languidly hitting 'reload' on my friends page, hoping someone will have written something, vaguely playing Spider solitaire, and vegetating.
Ah, no, of course. I'm going to the fucking bathroom again. If only we had a nicer bathroom for me to be ill in. *sigh*
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