befuddlement

I am so achy today. It's my back, it's been bothering me a lot lately, and today it's just twenty kinds of stiff.

I have butter pecan ice cream, though. That is a goodness. I have a foot-tall stack of books to read. More goodness. Tissues with crowned frogs on them. Even more. And cartoons on in the other room... watched Shrek earlier, then Adult Swim. Sent thank-you notes to relatives who sent birthday presents, and put monkey stickers on them. The cards. Not the relatives.

I have many things I need to do, but I don't know where to begin.
That's how the paralysis of procrastination takes root, you know. Either one doesn't know where to begin, or one is terrified of making a mistake. I'm a little of both.

Incidentally, I'm a little pissed-off tonight because Salon's TableTalk went subscription-only (a while ago, without me noticing). I thought it would be part of my Salon subscription, but no, that only covers the site; to participate in TableTalk anymore it's $6.50/month, which I totally don't have and can't afford, and anyway, I never used TT enough to bother paying that much. I think Readerville is still free, though, and the kinds of discussions I liked on TT are exactly the same as the ones I've read on Readerville. It just makes me mad that things are getting so expensive on the internet, again. They were expensive back in the day (early 1990s, BBS accounts costing $15/month for chat, and also AOL accounts before they went unlimited use). I just can't afford to pay one fee at one site so as to not get dozens of pop-up ads, and then another fee at another site so that I can send notes to old high school friends, and then another fee to post about books, and so on. It definitely discourages participation. All I really want to pay for is my LJ account.

( cure surveys... album and song. )

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well, i just had a minor tantrum over at fisherandsons, the six feet under community... someone made several quizzes, so today has been absolutely full of people posting their damn quiz results. and I don't care! really! if i wanted to see which character you "are", i would have added you to my friends list. (which is not to say that i dislike the people doing all the posting, just that i'm indifferent because i don't know them at all.) it was starting to make me grind my teeth. so. i. said. something.

i'm going to go have macaroni and cheese now. dinner leftovers. scooby-doo-shaped pasta! which made me think of dirtylaundry. there are scoobies, shaggies, mystery machines, flowers, "scooby snack"s (bones), a dog tag that says "SD", and spooky eye shapes. I also have Rugrats mac & cheese and Blue's Clues mac & cheese. I do not have any fresh tomato bits, which are tasty on mac & cheese, but I'll be OK.

after which i will attempt to sleep even though i do not expect to need to for a year.

oh yeah, croupier was just on and i watched some of it. please refer to my post re gosford park about the hot dirty monkey sex that Clive Owen does not yet know he wants to have with me.

( speaking of quizzes. )