sloth

i sit here, at my desktop computer, surrounded by paper and paper and more paper. paper that needs to be filed; paper that needs to be recycled. paper that i probably won't ever look at again and yet somehow, i still think i need it around.

one of those papers is a crafty project idea that i cut out of the daily paper. it's how to make a silhouette image of your pet and hang it up. i have the dogs' photos ready to go. i don't even need to print them out in color - i just need to print them out and trace them onto black construction paper and stick them in frames. voila! have i done it? no. maybe at Christmas when i have more than just the weekend.

when i look out into my dining area, i see my laptop and the binder full of my workshop material that i really, really, really must take notes on so that i don't feel like a complete fraud when i lead a legal writing workshop (for junior associates and support staff) in less than three weeks.

i heard the dryer buzzer go off an hour ago, knowing full well there is another load to go in once that one is done.

i some how can't convince myself to do anything productive today. i am still in my lounging clothes. i figure i'll take a shower when i can't put it off any longer. i don't want to feel dirty and gross when i meet the girls for dinner tonight.

i suppose it's because i know i have an extra day to do my usual stuff that i feel like i can completely sloth out today. i don't even want to watch TV. i just want to sit and surf endlessly on the internet. write emails to far-away friends? work on my script for the promo video? read one of the dozens of books that sit dusty on my bookshelf? exercise?

later, i want to read this other article about selena gomez and justin bieber's breakup.