I keep telling myself that at one o'clock I'm going to get in the shower, clean up and get dressed before I write some cheques and head out the door to mail said cheques and stop at the grocer to get some more water (the stuff that comes out of the tap here hardly qualifies) and salad dressing (bought a whole lot of salad fixings yesterday, utterly failed to purchase any kind of topping) so that I can feel like I've done something with my day. Those of you who are pretty sharp out there have already noticed what is wrong here, besides the brutal run-on sentence: the fact that mailing bills and buying groceries counts as "productivity" in my book. Last season I blamed seasonal depression. I think Spring will be an unemployment thing. If I can just keep coming up with excuses to do absolutely nothing of value then I can smile on my deathbed knowing that I had very good reasons to achieve so very little. Yeah, fuck it; I'm going to work out now. Thanks for the inspiration.