Jan. 6th, 2003
Life more ordinary
Jan. 6th, 2003 03:01 pmBleh, two hours of work left and my mind is making a concerted effort to dribble out of my ears, crawl along the carpet and hide in the corner to whimper. Bleh. There's nothing like a holiday to demotivate you, not that I was particularly motivated in the first place mind you.
I'd say that I have creative block if I could actually pull myself to the point to work out what exactly I wanted to be creative about, if that makes any sense whatsoever, the constant tosh tripe and garbage I used to churn out onto my LJ seems to have dried up faster than a mud pit in the sahara. Bah.
Even considering random faintly amusing beasties such as llamas and penguins isn't really helping, and I have an urge to do something wierd or wonderful. Thoughts are pending but only repetition of old old jokes and previously presented amusements springs to the fore.
Ah well, back to pretending to be busy.
I'd say that I have creative block if I could actually pull myself to the point to work out what exactly I wanted to be creative about, if that makes any sense whatsoever, the constant tosh tripe and garbage I used to churn out onto my LJ seems to have dried up faster than a mud pit in the sahara. Bah.
Even considering random faintly amusing beasties such as llamas and penguins isn't really helping, and I have an urge to do something wierd or wonderful. Thoughts are pending but only repetition of old old jokes and previously presented amusements springs to the fore.
Ah well, back to pretending to be busy.