I could blog without feeling guilty!
I could curl up in bed on a rainy day with Daylight by Elizabeth Knox.
I could actually find the time to go to the gym, or aikido, or yoga, or all of them.
I could write all that cross-genre fanfic I’ve been plotting for ages.
I could waste hours doing pointless online quizzes.
So *this* is what a holiday feels like?
It’s all rather confusing actually. I have no idea what to do with myself. I feel restless and bewildered. I feel as though there is something I should be stressing about, but I just can’t remember what.
Maybe I could just fill in the time by developing new obsessions.
Notes on my latest addiction
What I don’t get is…
Why are peasants totally immune to being sworded or arrowed?
And yet the teensiest bit of stomping and they go all splat?
Yet they can emerge unscathed from burninated villages?
How odd.
“His first thought, when something went wrong, was to immediately hit the escape key—even when he was nowhere near a computer.”
Posted by Fionnaigh at July 1, 2003 01:07 PMi bought my friend a trogdor shirt for his birthday. exchange rate made it $50, with postage.
Posted by: Richard D. Bartlett at July 3, 2003 08:42 PM