Laziness

A lazy day today. I may get the rest of my genetics homework done; I may finish unpacking; I may print off notes for tomorrow. Or, I may not. It's one of those days that could go either way.

What I've done on lazy days in the past has mostly involved napping and watching hours and hours of bad daytime TV. Consequently, lazy days in the past have left me shuffling around the house, feeling sluggish and dirty and seemingly incapable of picking up my feet. I don't just mean physically dirty; there's something about spending a day lying on the couch channel-surfing through infomercials, cheesy dramas and talk-show fist-fights that makes me feel like my BRAIN needs a good lathering-up. A refreshing shower, in its stagnating fluid. A dose of astringent.

Well, I've been unable to do that today, because roommate Kyasuriin and I do not have cable, or, indeed, a plugged-in and functional television. So instead, my lazy-day procrastinatory pastime has been to read poetry, from the poetry anthologies that I hopefully and somewhat-pompously bring with me to school. ("Oooh, look at meeee! I have POETRY on my shelves! I'm so smart and well-read!") I have to say, I feel much better about myself than I usually do on a day when I get this little done. I'm really not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing for my general productivity. (Well. It can't possibly be a bad thing.)

Long live the lack of cable. I'm sure my brain will thank me in the long run.

~isolde