Slump

On the one hand (never mind, poor choice of phrase)--

I'm sitting here, typing even though it hurts my wrist, instead of thinking about dinner. It's, oh, around 8:30 in the evening and I should eat something, but I have no desire to do anything right now, and that includes eating. I have tons of food, I should add; went to the supermarket yesterday and anyway before that I had a freezer full of stuff already.

And it's not precisely that I have no desire to do anything. I'd like to write, like to even play guitar. Would love to play a videogame other than Civilization IV, not that there's anything wrong with Civ IV. Matter of fact, it has the advantage of being playable with one hand which is probably why I'm sick of it at the moment. I'd love to work on some photos, which really requires the use of the mouse (or in my case, the trackball). Notice a theme here?

Here's what I was going to say in the first sentence: On the one hand, I don't want to whine; on the other hand, I need to vent. Alas, I only have the one hand, and this is what makes this perilously close to something which should be consumed with cheese and crackers. (Who am I kidding? It's not close, it's way over.) Speaking of which, do you know that one of the things I didn't pick up at the grocer was a bottle of wine? Because, you see, the thought of using a corkscrew intimidated me.

Hrm.

I went out to brunch today with every intention of staying up on the corner and drinking coffee all day and reading. Instead, I had brunch and came home and slept. This is something you don't quite appreciate, I think, in all those fantasy tales and such you grew up on and still love if you're me: Frodo slept so long after the whole saving-the-world-from-darkness thing because there actually wasn't much else he could do. I hate to think where I'd be if I was full of Shelob-venom and missing a finger; brunch would probably have been out of the question. It could be worse: I could be missing the whole hand and dealing with my daddy being the evil Emperor of the Galaxy's butt-boy, though I think having an R2 unit to send down to the liquor store would be a bigger compensation than you'd think, and having a robot hand would be pretty boss.

I think I'm sticking chicken nuggets and tater tots in the oven and watching a movie will be the plan, and then (almost regrettably, having slept half the day away) bed. Back to work in the morning, which may be a bad idea (based on how Thursday wiped me out, kept me at home Friday) or an okay one (Wednesday wasn't so bad, which is why Thursday was a shocker). Tuesday I go back to the doctor to see what the next step is. The movie will most likely be an old black and white Universal horror flick but could be something I've seen before if I'm not sick of my movie collection.

This whine probably hasn't helped you. It's helped me, however. Thank you. I'll try to come up with something better this week if I can. It's just this damn slump. (Oo, look! Title!)

G'night.