There's apparently an evil motivation-stealing fiend haunting the internet and attacking without warning.
Spike's Bitches 23: We've mastered the power of positive giving up.
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There's apparently an evil motivation-stealing fiend haunting the internet and attacking without warning.
Also, it can only be defeated by napping.
...I'm pretty sure. Anyway, I volunteer for testing this theory.
There's apparently an evil motivation-stealing fiend haunting the internet and attacking without warning.
Well, I'm glad to know that it's not my fault I feel totally unmotivated.
t sits back, surfs the web, ignores work
A cow-orker of mine was walking by while I was playing kittenwar. He's going to have his wife load up some pictures, hee. We sat here longer than we should have, oops. Vile (I mean cute) game.
Vile (I mean cute) game.
In a competition between kittenwar & cat-stacking which one would win?
t evil grin
Also, it can only be defeated by napping.
I'm thinking a weekend of scotch and DVDs might also ward it off. However, I will be unable to test that as I'll be spending the weekend doing stuff for my parents.
Someone else want to see how it works?
sits back, surfs the web, ignores work
Motivation and productivity are currently at war in my brain and their conflict is spilling onto my keyboard. I've gotten some things done, then I return to slacking, then I get jarred back into usefulness. It's hell, I tell you. Sheer hell.
Also, I am gronkly and it is nearly lunch. WUWT? I must re-caffeinate.
I'm home again today b/c this cold SUCKS. And I have 8 hours to make my apartment presentable for SA, who's visiting this weekend. I need to wash the dishes (seriously -- they smell evil), vaccum the living room (easy enough; it's a small living room), and clean the bathroom. A bonus would be if I can de-clutter somewhat. I can do all that in 8 hours, right? As long as I nap in between?
Gods, I have kitten cravings so bad. Some women get baby cravings, I get kitten cravings.
Careful. I withstood puppy cravings for more than a year, but they finally broke me, and you all know how that turned out. Lucy likes carrots, ftr.
(Hee. Now that I typed that I'm remembering that I kept baby carrots in the freezer for chew things when she was teething. So cute.)
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