Today sucked.

Not because anything bad happened, because it didn’t, and not because I feel bad, because I don’t, not really. I just…ugh, I had one of those gray days. Days where I want to do absolutely nothing. Not a single goddamn thing, even the things I want to do, I don’t want to do. I want to have already done them, and I hate that feeling. That’s a me in my 20s feeling. I spent my entire twenties feeling like I just wanted shit to happen for me and not really doing anything to make shit happen for me. It blows and I hate that feeling.

Thankfully now I have a job where, if I’m having a day like that, I can just be at work and read Fark and look at photoshop contests and funny mugshots and read articles about comic shit, or even just read shit when it’s slow. And yeah, it was slow. I re-read “The Corner,” trying to get back into the headspace to write it, and I think I’m there again. Of course, I’d be more there if I wanted to actually put in some work. But I don’t. I want to look at stupid people that got arrested.

The cats have been insane lately. Fleas have returned in a big way, and Hollywood especially has been hit very hard. We gave him a flea bath Sunday night that did not go especially well, but we think we got most of them. Somehow I lost the flea comb, but when we were combing him out, pretty much every night, we were getting at least two dozen live fleas. He’s going mental, jumping everywhere, scratching like mad. We need to just carve out some time to take him to the vet, but time is the one thing they aren’t making any more of.

Regardless, I’m not trying to force anything, but I’d really like this to be my last night of inactivity. I’d been doing so well, and maybe I just needed a break, but I’m done with that. Let’s move on to something more pro-active, shall we?