June 4, 2013

In which the blogger suffers an acute attack of the don't wannas

What do you do when you don't feel like doing anything?

Summer has finally reached Santa Fe, and the wall of windows in my living room face northwest, so from about five thirty to eight thirty I get direct sunlight right in my face. So I don't want to hang out in my living room. I used to have terrible insomnia, so I try to subscribe to that method of thinking that the bed is meant only for sleeping (and other bed-type activities, if you like), so I don't want to hang out in my bedroom. And New Mexico is already on fire, so it's smoky and gross outside.

I arbitrarily decided almost a month ago to read ten books in one month. It's going swimmingly, and I'll do a real post about it later, but I'm nearing the end and surprisingly a tiny bit burnt out on reading.

Two weeks ago I had a horrible cold and spent four straight days on my couch watching movies and junk on Netflix. So I don't feel like watching anything.

It's too hot in my apartment to knit, because the only thing I'm excited to have on the needles right now is a sweater, which is like having a wool blanket in my lap. Again, in direct sunlight.

I found a cookie recipe I seriously want to try, but surprise! Too hot to bake.

What else is left? Just drinking, right? I should just go drink a lot. Nice cold gin and tonics, all day every day until this malaise passes. Right?

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