I've got no clue what to write about today. Distraction defines my current existence and it's all boring adult shit that's distracting me. They are calling for rain all day, and this is pleasing because I can ditch the whole "getting dressed" routine and putter about in my jammies. Spouse won't be stirring until noon.
Do you ever have that block when you have to do something? Like it isn't bad enough that you procrastinated, but then when all possibilities of further procrastination have been exhausted you simply refuse to accept the reality? And then you resent the task and yourself and you get yourself all worked up into a tizzy of hate? No? Maybe that's just me then.
I used a bread knife to cut a tomato and sliced open my finger instead yesterday. Spouse took the time to lay blame, charmer that he is. I still maintain that serrated edges are required for tomato cutting.
All right, if I keep going it will just degenerate into some kind of scatty talk. I'm going now.