There was a long list of things I meant to do after work today, but I just couldn't make myself do anything (except take a pretty half-assed run). It's not fatigue, either. Well, it's not tiredness. I had an incredible sleep last night and felt totally normal this morning. I'm just low on something. Enthusiam? Gumption? Whatever it is, the tanks are empty. It's funny to think I need time to recharge from sitting on my butt and watching movies for a whole day, but that's what I need. And that method of recharging seems to involve making a very long list of things to do and then discarding that list.
... that two people were instrumental in my joining Twitter. First, Isha . She sent out an article on it when the application was still brand new. (And I remember thinking, "Screw that noise. Like I need more online commitments.) Second was Rebecca . She joined up just a short while ago, claiming she hadn't met a bandwidth she didn't like . (And then she disappeared entirely from the internets .) It looked nice and pretty over there on her sidebar, and then I got a little jealous. The rest: history. And for those unobservant among you ( Jorge ), the Twitter feed is right there on my sidebar, replacing the old Radio 3 player that I loved, but that I think scared the bejezus out of a lot of people. Also, everyone should join Twitter. I'm needing some diversions , people.
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So there.
If you can have a gimme, so can I.
Word Verification: borkfu
Sounds like the Swedish Chef style of martial arts.