Outside it is a winter wonderland, and I am bored. Totally bored. Stir-crazy. I blame all of the working out. I have stuff I could do around the house, but it's cold and I don't feel like doing housework. So I've spent much of the day curled up beneath an afghan on the couch, reading a novel that is the key to a problem I'd been wrestling with in the Next Book's structure. Huzzah! I have solved an important problem. But this makes me no less bored and stir-crazy.
In theory I could go out into the world, but I live in a place with approximately one snow plow and a ton of hills. I don't understand why this is the case, given the fact that it does snow here every single year.
In other news, I've become the sort of person who turns on Big Cat Diary every day at 3 PM for Mr. Stripey, who watches it with almost religious fervor. Like, seriously: I turn on the television, he realizes that "his stories" are on, he parks himself on the sofa right in front of the tv and stays there for the next hour. Nothing can move him. During commercials, he looks out the window. He seems to enjoy the cheetahs best, and I am beginning to wonder whether he believes that he is a cheetah. The Man-Kitty is far too evolved to find television interesting, so he is taking a nap with his eyes open, which freaks me out.
I am so bored. So, so bored. Maybe I'll cook something. Sigh.
1 year ago