I haven't been dedicating a lot of time to writing lately, instead I have been indulging in long hot baths, trashy novels, Internet television and smoking pot. I can't help but think that this has all been counter productive to my writing. Although I am a firm believer in relaxation, vacations, spa treatments and manis and pedis, I am really not all for just plain laziness. I woke up early today, wanting to do something different. I wasn't sure what I was going to do so early, since I woke up with Denise and hung out with her while she prepared for her day. She has since left, and I am slowly sipping my tea, going over possible to-do lists for the day. I planned out several meals for the week, and made a corresponding shopping list. I was half debating going to the store now, but I don't think that I want to brave Safeway this early in the morning. I haven't even showered yet.
Okay, waiting for something to strike me.
Lightning maybe?
