Saturday I had plans to be productive. I was going to play catch-up so I wouldn’t feel like I was behind in everything when the school week started. Somehow the Seattle DOL (also known as the DMV in some areas) sucked the life right out of those plans. I have officially spent too much time in there lately, and I’ve got nothing to show for it. I need to get my driver’s license renewed (which is kind of ironic since I don’t currently own a car), but they aren’t being very helpful about it. I’ll stop there, because what follows is not worth ranting over. But after my useless trip there and back I quite felt like I was not going to be much successful in anything else that day. I tried, but I really just felt physically lousy. It was one of those days where gravity seems to be a little bit more aggressive than usual, and the only position that feels even remotely comfortable is lying down. But I tried to sit at my computer and do some work, but it seems I only had the capacity to engage in the most honorable time-consuming internet activity there is: online quizzes. So I took many random test to discover interesting facts about myself, yet for some reason on about half of them I would click to submit my answers and they would refuse to show me my results. This felt way more frustrating than it probably should have. Finally I decided to sit in bed and read some Dave Barry books (a good uplift if there ever was one) but instead I stared at the wall for ten minutes, which is about how long it took me to realize that I’d been staring at the wall for ten minutes. So I decided to just go to bed, and get up eleven hours later.

Sunday I meant to try again, and things went remarkably better. Perhaps the batteries just needed a recharge, or maybe there is something bothering me that I’m refusing to acknowledge and it’s wearing me out. I hope it’s the former. I’m not in the mood for mind games.