Mood: Exanimate (Thanks, Livejournal. My vocabulary is now 1E-24% bigger)

Doing: Writing a scene from Weepee Prime (In it, Our Hero^™ intimidates an alphabet soup deskwarrior, basically by showing that, while Technology will one day surpass the Supernatural, that day is nowhere in the near future.)

Today, I find myself lackadaisical beyond belief, a shambling husk kept in motion by nothing more than inertia. What happens when a ghost gives up the flesh?

Not doing: Playing Psi-Ops: The Mindgate Conspiracy like I really really rilly want to. I've been lusting after that game since last year. Now it's here and I'm exercising discipline. It is possible that I have given myself cramps.

Wish I was doing: Sky-diving. Thankfully, that might actually happen. My joy at that little realization is a tiny candleglow surrounded by the layers and layers of Idon'tgivearatsass that I currently hold toward everything else.

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Thank you, Cyn, for adding the whisper that triggered the avalanche. Such was my apathy that I may have gone another month without dragging this carcass anywhere near a computer.