I am cold. I suppose i could go and get a sweater, but somehow the thought of having to get all the way up the stairs to where the sweaters would be just seems like so much work that if I did get up there, I ought to just stay there and crawl under the covers rather than putting on a sweater. But then I wouldnt feel nearly as productive as I am supposed to be.
I dont know how it is exactly that I have so much to do, I dont recall committing to any of the things I have to do but there they are. And there they will remain until I do them so I guess I had better charge ahead and get on it. Only I dont feel like doing anything.
Probably because I am cold.
Speaking of being cold, I feel a bit of a twinge of guilt for feeling this way. After all, it is mid-November in a place that is usually rife with snow and wind and temperatures that hardly peep over freezing. The fact that this year is warm and snow-free kind of conflicts with the holiday decor that is springing up faster than you can say ho ho ho. The fact that Santa is making an appearance at the mall tomorrow is only making matters worse.
At the risk of sounding like a Grinch, I really want to get into the holiday spirit, honest. I just want it to be snowy outside too. But then I might be colder than I am now. And that sucks.
6:02 p.m. - 2005-11-18