I've had a very productive week so far. And now I'm worn out. Tuckered. Caput.
And I have more to do still.
So, I'm turning to my old friend, procrastination. I'm sure you've met before. You're probably good friends with him as well. Or perhaps archenemies.
My hormones are kicking me in the can today.
I had a passing thought the other day about the nature of marketing. I thought I should write a post about it. And then, the thought passed. And I can't recall it. This happens to me a lot.
I had a thought that stuck with me yesterday about the lack of anonymity on my weblog. I've decided not to be concerned about it. I realized when I made this little weblog that it was like walking into a big room full of other people talking and seeing who felt like listening and saying hello. Since I'm not a big mingler, I figured that some of my friends would find me and say hi. It's the people who know me who don't consider me a friend that I am concerned about. But, alas, I knew I'd be speaking my mind in a big room full of other people, so I need to move on with my life.
I'm not going to be childish and make my posts private like a MySpace blog.
I am, however, going to be childish in other ways. Like playing on swingsets and jungle gyms. And sliding down plastic twisty slides and chasing Darrell around trying to zap him with a static discharge. That kind of childish is fun.
My right wrist has been hurting lately. It makes it difficult to use the trackball.
My dreams have been very vivid lately. However, I won't bore you with any of them.
There's someone I've been thinking of calling. But I feel strange about it. I still hold onto some hope that things will pass and clear.
I should get back to work now.
Or, I could go check the mail and dilly-dally a bit more...
Labels: general, procrastination
posted by Jennifer at 9/28/2006 12:05:00 PM