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killing time
Feb. 10th, 2010 05:51 pmI'm sitting at work, killing time until mr-bassman comes to get me to pick up charlesnaismith from Canterbury Faire, via St Albans. I just can't seem to work anymore - I haven't had afternoon tea.
Ironically, once I get in the car, I'll operate normally without wilting from the lack of food. It's just that when I'm hungry at work my rate of email and blog checking increases until the point that I'm obviously not getting anything done and I give up.
My brain is in an interesting place lately. I can't seem to collect any enthusiasm for making anything, or even dream about the stuff I could make, if only I had time/space/materials. the weirdness is that my brain still has the reflex to ask, "what am I going to make tonight/on the weekend" and the only reply I can find in my brain is, "meh".
Just got the phone call - seeya on the other side!
Ironically, once I get in the car, I'll operate normally without wilting from the lack of food. It's just that when I'm hungry at work my rate of email and blog checking increases until the point that I'm obviously not getting anything done and I give up.
My brain is in an interesting place lately. I can't seem to collect any enthusiasm for making anything, or even dream about the stuff I could make, if only I had time/space/materials. the weirdness is that my brain still has the reflex to ask, "what am I going to make tonight/on the weekend" and the only reply I can find in my brain is, "meh".
Just got the phone call - seeya on the other side!
