I've tried everything I can think of and I can't get the stupid wireless network up and running at home. I'm going to uninstall it and buy a new router. I'm sure Micro Center can sell me something that will work with the internal wireless adaptor installed in the new laptop.

The R.C. thought $50 sounded like a lot of money to spend, but coming from someone who spent $200 on new sunglasses this weekend, I don't think I have to listen to that.

I owe Rapunzel a letter which I started writing yesterday, but I was so boring I was putting myself to sleep.

I was thinking stories in my head all day yesterday. I've decided that the trigger-point is 30 days. It was a month after I finally gave up on my last fanfic story that I started blogging. I sort of gave up on politiblogging about a month ago (I still dabble, but the fire is gone) and now all of a sudden my brain is all full of stories again.

Not that I'm saying I'm going to be writing any time soon. The pressure isn't that strong. (I'm a very lazy writer. I don't write unless the story demands to be written.)

Mallory and I were chatting via e-mail the other day and decided that maybe we're frittering away all of our creativity and energy on blogging/journaling, instead of saving it for Real Writing. That sounds about right to me. (I'm always ready to blame anything but my own laziness for not writing.)

I haven't been drawing lately, either.

I don't know what my problem is. I wait all year for the days to be long enough that there's still light out when I get off work. And for warm, sunny weekend days.

And what am I doing with the hours, now that that's happened? Practically nothing.

I get home, I wallow down inside that overstuffed chair, and I drift aimlessly until bedtime. I surf the net, write posts, read miscellaneous things. and daydream.

I need to get rid of that chair. I'm sure that's the problem.

I mean, here I am today, at work, sitting up properly in a reasonable-sized chair, and I'm all enthusiastic about the idea of writing.

In other non-news, I had lunch with Fandom Friends on Saturday, which was a great deal of fun and probably what jump-started my brain into story-mode. I shopped without purchasing anything of interest.

Yesterday I did one load of laundry, cleaned the floor and the counters in my bathroom, cooked some chicken (and some steak), and that's about it. (It's possible I do have a story burbling in my brain. I used to get pretty inert right before writing, back in the day.)

Or, maybe I'm just disgustingly lazy.