So-h0-ho...the R.C. is off to her festival. I'm not scheduled to appear until Monday evening, so I'm on my own for four days. (Well, three. On Sunday I'm meeting people for lunch.)

The trouble with being all alone in the world is that eventually even I get tired of the sound of my own voice. I've been listening to myself ramble on and on for a day and a half now, and I'm bored with me. (Okay, I'm 'talking' in writing, but it amounts to the same thing.)

I did try surfing the world o'LJ yesterday, thinking that making comments in other people's journals might amuse me, but since I'm so out of touch with fandom, I found that I didn't really know anything about what most people were discussing.

Of course, it's possible that I was just commenting for the fun of seeing my icon show up, but whatever. (torch is just the best.)

Actually, yesterday turned out to be a weird day. I sat down to do a bit of blogging and the next thing I knew it was 4:00 in the afternoon. I'm thinking I was a lot more tired than I realized.

I even went over to the Escapade website and voted on panels and suggested a few new ones. Contrary to the Escapade Spirit, I indicated that I would not attend those panels where I thought the premise was boring or the subject matter distasteful. One thing my time in the world of political blogging has reminded me of is that, "stupid ain't curable."

I've given myself a deadline. I have five more hours to decide about Escapade itself. Then I'll shut up about it.

Today I have many options in front of me. Laundry (three loads), shower, grocery store, bank, prescription refill, clean house, and carry out trash. So far, I've done none of them. I've been blogging again, instead. It was easier.

(Consider this. Me being me...that is, me being as lazy as we know I am, should we think that maybe I like to blog so much because it's something I can do sitting in a chair, drinking coffee?)

Some day I'll earn the proper use of an ellipse.

I considered Meme-ing. The one I was seeing yesterday was the, "You know you're reading one of my stories when _____" thing about the stuff you always do when you're writing. In the end, the only two things I could come up with were, "it's posted while still in need of beta-reading" and "the characters never shut up" and I posted the second one in torch's journal already, so that went nowhere.

I've read all my new books. I've re-read the MYSA-AS books that I bought and liked (while cursing myself for the money wasted on ones that turned out to be crappy and that I didn't look over carefully enough first).

I've drank a lot of coffee. I've considered (and rejected) the idea of trying some daytime TV. I've looked over the movies we own (all 500 or whatever of them) and decided none of them interest me at the moment.

We have an electric piano and sheet music. I could learn to play something. I have a ton of drawing supplies. I could draw something. I have several stories started. I could write something.

Instead, I'm eating corn chips and staring at my toes.

Some days, I'm a complete waste of natural resources.