I wish the above picture was not a lie. There is not more art laying about in this entry. Though I have been thinking about it quite a bit.

Today I did nothing. That is not a cute exaggeration or a complaint. I really honestly did not move from my bed (aside from food/bathroom breaks) until 9pm when I came out to the kitchen and made cookies for no reason. I spent most of the day watching Leverage.

I don't know why I couldn't do anything today, and quite frankly I feel a bit sick now. Inactivitiy settles into my stomach like food poisoning and can very quickly build up into a panic attack of sorts. Right now I'm focusing on little things, like the blog and baking cookies I won't eat.

I have a job interview again tomorrow. I would really like to get this job-- it's full time and would be fun, unlike the other I interviewed for. I need something to do with my days or my creativity can be drained.

Over the weekend I kept busy, and got the urge to pick up the 11,000 words of a novel I'd written some time ago.  Today when I had all the time in the world to do it? Zilch. Stupid human brains, eh? We're so contrary.

But tomorrow is another day, filled with an interview and a museum trip, I should think. And maybe some work on the novel-- but beware! If you ask me about it, be sure to schedule at least an hour of time for me to ramble on and on and on and on. It never gets old to me. ;)