I need someone to entertain me.
Usually, this is not the case. My beloved Poops once said that I have an uncanny ability to sit by myself for hours and do nothing. Not exactly sure what she meant by that, but I choose to interpret it this way: I have a very rich inner life. Meaning I can usually entertain myself with my own thoughts. But that ability dries up when it's overused.
Which is happening now.
Which means I should get a library card. Books are refreshment for the depleted psyche. God knows I can't afford to buy any books.
Which means I should get a job. Working on that. Maybe I will hear today.
Which means I should get off my ass and do something instead of waiting by the phone. But I can't seem to muster the energy.
Which brings us back to the original problem. Something has to give, eventually.
Posted by thevieve at July 11, 2002 12:19 PM