That dastardly desire to do nothing has once again taken hold of my brain stem with two hands and eagerly bitten at the pulp right in front of its teeth. Like a cartoon bite.

Its infection sweeps into every major function, leaving me only with my auxiliary blogging region to guide my sleeping mind to do something. It's either that or rely on the TalkTalkTalk Army, and that's unacceptable.

According to iTunes, I spent the last 42.9 minutes listening to Dark Side of the Moon while playing the pinball game that comes with my computer. I actually did really well, picking up two new high scores. I also beat my three-day-old best time in Minesweeper yesterday, clocking in at 105 seconds on expert. I tried to improve my not-so-good beginner and intermediate times too, but that feels so much like work that I couldn't bear to do it.

Wondering why this entry sounds so bleeding dull? That's because my day was extremely dull.

The most productive thing I've done is the previous post, while I have like 30 work-hours worth of homework to do by Monday. And the fucking essays. Oh well, maybe I'll do some homework now; at least it will be a change of pace.

Sorry to put you through this--even I didn't enjoy it. So why am I posting it, you ask? Because I would feel so awful if I spent five minutes doing something not-completely-unproductive and then had nothing to show for it. Bah.

Hasta la byebye.