Yeah, that’s what my iPhone sees 90% of the time around these parts. It’s sad, really. I can think of a thousand things that I really want to do, in my brain. But when my body looks around at where it is, it tells my brain to shut the fuck up and flip the channel.
I swear one of these days I’ll just jettison most of the cooky, hair-brained ideas I have and settle on one thing to concentrate on. Be nice, eh?