I really can’t tell if it is the weather that’s getting to me, or if it is a general sense of not having fallen back into routine, or the general chaos that often comes from putting off essential chores indefinitely. Maybe, this is just me beating around the bush, and what I really need to accept is I am bone lazy. And by that I mean, will-not-move-my-patootie-unless-I-absolutely-feel-like lazy.
I’m leaning toward the latter. Because how else do you explain avoiding going to the market even when there is a clear and definite risk of veggies running out and I know we’re going to have to eat bread and eggs for dinner. Two nights in a row?
Or for that matter, just the fact that I am avoiding hectic cooking of all kinds?
Or the resolve with which I manage to ignore the precariously placed mountain of laundry that was washed and aired about, omg, three weeks ago, like the clothes told me they want to hang around and not be put away?
Or the fact that every morning I look at the date on the corner of my laptop and tell myself x days before the month ends and x pieces to submit, and still push my luck no matter how dangerously impossible-to-finish that ratio looks?
Or the fact that every little off-thing anybody says to me makes me want to bite their head off? That I am indulging people not worthy of my time and emotion by writing out entire posts of loathing, in the honour of their kind?
Or that I am turning to chocolate and sugar to fill in the gaps? Or that I seem to find it easy to bunk working out as easily as it once was to get myself going, not so long ago?
I need some summery cheering up. Its just that kind of day.
Shut off the computer. Stick a song on loop. Kick back.
And go away, maybe.