*paces*
Camera-twitchy.
Something must be done.
Also: I am delinquent. Not just as pertains to life, which I incontrovertibly--as the kids would say--lose at. <sentencefragment> But also SG. </sentencefragment>
See, I went through this period a month or so ago where I was posting in groups and threads like whoa. And then? I stopped. Ceased and desisted. No one knows why. Somewhere in the world, a team of cracked-out German physicists are studying rodents in exercise wheels hoping to find the answer. Regrettably, I am neither a rodent nor possessed of an exercise wheel, and even if I did--have a wheel, I mean--it would be in a closet somewhere and I would occasionally use it for ammunition in arguments as pertaining to my weight: "Yuh-huh, I do TOO work out. I have an exercise wheel and everything!" And as I shoved a Taco Bell Gordita in my mouth, the wheel would acquire a little more dust, and somewhere, a baby angel would have its ephemeral aureate wings violently torn from its shoulderblades.
So I've been trying again tonight--to get active in SG, not mutilate infant angels (that's on Friday's schedule)--but now I find the sheer volume is positively overwhelming-- one of those vicious cycles, you know. And aside from the fact that this time would clearly be much better spent writing a paper, I am instead pondering doing something creative and/or comedic in nature. I don't think I've done any honest sit-down-and-write-a-paper work all semester. Note, I haven't really HAD to, but man. Man. What a lazy shit I am.
I'll blame it on evil gnomes (that's not redundant, is it?) and call it a night.
Camera-twitchy.
Something must be done.
Also: I am delinquent. Not just as pertains to life, which I incontrovertibly--as the kids would say--lose at. <sentencefragment> But also SG. </sentencefragment>
See, I went through this period a month or so ago where I was posting in groups and threads like whoa. And then? I stopped. Ceased and desisted. No one knows why. Somewhere in the world, a team of cracked-out German physicists are studying rodents in exercise wheels hoping to find the answer. Regrettably, I am neither a rodent nor possessed of an exercise wheel, and even if I did--have a wheel, I mean--it would be in a closet somewhere and I would occasionally use it for ammunition in arguments as pertaining to my weight: "Yuh-huh, I do TOO work out. I have an exercise wheel and everything!" And as I shoved a Taco Bell Gordita in my mouth, the wheel would acquire a little more dust, and somewhere, a baby angel would have its ephemeral aureate wings violently torn from its shoulderblades.
So I've been trying again tonight--to get active in SG, not mutilate infant angels (that's on Friday's schedule)--but now I find the sheer volume is positively overwhelming-- one of those vicious cycles, you know. And aside from the fact that this time would clearly be much better spent writing a paper, I am instead pondering doing something creative and/or comedic in nature. I don't think I've done any honest sit-down-and-write-a-paper work all semester. Note, I haven't really HAD to, but man. Man. What a lazy shit I am.
I'll blame it on evil gnomes (that's not redundant, is it?) and call it a night.
