You’d think all this inactivity would be nice, that you’d get a lot of reading done, have time to work on getting your webpage up and running, be able to spend hours surfing the web for fascinating links to post in your blog. That’s what I thought, at least. Then I found myself in a lot of pain and on a lot of vicodin. Together they managed to rob me of any possible motivation to do anything and, if I managed to rip a shred of motivation from the haze, I couldn’t read without wanting to barf.
What does all this add up to? Days and days of watching bad TV. I’ve seen houses, rooms, cars and people made over. I’ve watched cops and private eyes apprehend criminals in four different decades. I’ve been subjected to so many commercials for the CBS Sunday Movie “Spring Break Shark Attack” …well, I’m just ashamed that I know anything about that.
All in all, I’m pretty anxious to get back to work. Except now I feel like I’m gonna barf again. More later.