Here's something from the private journal I keep (the one I don't post online):
I feel like Peter Gibbons from Office Space after winning a million dollars. Only, I don't have a million dollars. I feel distractable. I've spent the last, I'd say two hours in this coffee shop (in no particular order)...
Perhaps it's more accurate to say that I feel a distinct lack of focus.
I feel a distinct lack of stimulation.It doesn't feel like depression, or even boredom, necessarily. Today's a day off from the Diamond Mines, and I've made rather insignificant progress on a multitude of tasks I wanted to accomplish today, accomplishing only two or three things of any real significance.
I feel like Peter Gibbons from Office Space after winning a million dollars. Only, I don't have a million dollars. I feel distractable. I've spent the last, I'd say two hours in this coffee shop (in no particular order)...
- Reading another story in the latest issue of Pindeldyboz.
- Going through the ringworld, since E and I recently saw Ringu.
- Having a nap.
- Mentally going over how I would like my wedding vows (E and I are going to construct ours).
- Reviewing notes I made from The Filipino Martial Arts that focus on basic movements relating to attack and deflection.
Perhaps it's more accurate to say that I feel a distinct lack of focus.
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