Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Don't you just love it when people who have absolutely nothing to say blog anyway? I know! It's fascinating, the way some people waste precious time.
Hi. My name is Actonbell, and I am a timewaster. This is my 748th time here, and I've been a timewaster all my life. My hunger for downtime is insatiable. I've been known to sit still, almost paralyzed with enertia, for hours on end. Why, even when I do get myself out running, all I do is daydream. My mind wanders as I read even the most intriguing book.
It's worse lately, for some reason. There is nothing wrong with me. Why can’t I get out of bed? Why can’t I be elated to get out of bed? Why can’t I be elated and grateful and totally looking forward to getting out of bed and going for a run? If my health were suddenly taken away, I'd certainly miss all the mornings I didn't get up and make something of the day.
I need a new drug. Well, or something to look forward to, even if it's just watching all the Alfred Hitchcock movies, anything, the sillier the better. When my mother called and invited me out to see the latest Harry Potter movie, I felt like jumping for joy. YAY! Woohoo! I was happier over that prospect than I'd felt for months.
Maybe something is wrong with me.
It was a slow day at work, and I sat there, gazing out the window (I work in a fishbowl), watching all this--fluff--go by. I dreamily remarked that it looked like all the Whovilles were on the move, and one of my super-young coworkers had no idea what I was talking about, never heard of Horton. Which reminds me, I won a trivia contest at work (because I'm older), and I won a $15 gift certificate from Borders. Hey, but ya know what? I don't even know what I wanna get.
There's definitely something wrong with me, but--my cat's worse; Serena's been hangin' out in her carrier. Her carrier, that box that always meant, "I'm putting you in the car so we can go to the vet." That carrier. For no reason at all. She's got the run of the house again, plenty of comfy spots to sleep, it's not even raining out there, but there she is. Whatever.
*Yawn* Had enough? Me, too. Good night.