In which I am the embodiment of laziness.

Okay, so I totally need to upgrade to the latest version of WordPress (like two weeks ago) but I’m TOO LAZY TO GET IT ACCOMPLISHED, which is ineffably lame since I have nothing but time, time, time.

This is what I’ve accomplished this week:

1. I let Skype import my Gmail address book.
2. I knitted half of a hat.
3. Um…

Yeah. In other words, I have accomplished NOTHING. I have not done my laundry, I have not gotten the new wheel on the 10-speed, I have not gone to yoga (I decided I couldn’t really afford it after paying the cell phone bill). I have not finished reading my ICND1 manual, I have not swept the leaves out of the bed of the truck, I have not made plans to go to Portland for Hal’s wake this weekend.

I have not designed a new template for my website, I have not taken the old clothes to Goodwill, I have not gotten the electronics out of the attic. I have not done any sewing, I have not hung out with Lannie, I have not returned the few calls and texts I’ve received from friends.

I have not made enchiladas. I have not gotten my latest DVD from Netflix – the one I’ve had for at least two weeks – into the mail. I have not gone to check my post office box to see if I’ve gotten that second W-2 so I can file my taxes. I have not written the next installment in the Favorite Things series.

I’ve turned into a freakin’ sloth! I have zero motivation! I’m sleeping in until noon and staying up half the night reading crap and watching episodes of 30 Rock! I’ve been drunk twice in the past six days!

None of this is particularly significant, really, but I feel guilty. Like, really guilty. Like I’m-in-high-school-and-I-slept-through-the-bus guilty. When I get a job, I’m going to think back on all this free time WITH WHICH I DID NOTHING and totally hate my own guts.

Today I found this awesome Kindle cover. I want one in the very worst way… but I don’t feel like making one. HOW LAZY IS THAT?

In other news, The Curse^™ just arrived (and it’s been a rough month, hormonally), so I’ll be even useless-er over the weekend. If that’s even POSSIBLE.