Amazing at Nothing

Today was snow day. Wheeeeeee! No school today = opportunity to catch up on a LOT of work.

Technically speaking, I did do a LOT today. I remained in my bed until a ridiculous hour, pondering life and time and love - all noble pursuits. I drank vast amounts of hot beverages (which was followed, naturally, by even larger amounts of urine), I tootled around on some musical instruments, I painted some toe nails (then had to clean up the disaster I created), I did some long overdue scribbling in my journal, I went through my old CDs and rediscovered Ralph Shaw (complete with ukulele, chromatic harmonica, banjo, and whistling), I made some phone calls, I internetted, and I exercised by periodically walking around my house and jumping up and down with glee.

However, when I look back on my day, I realize that, well, some (like mothers or stern people like that) might say that not a lot has been accomplished. Somehow the day has been swallowed by The Nothing. But I can't help but ask myself, what or who defines accomplishment, anyway? Pfffffffffffffffffft.

This is what I say to "accomplishment":

That's right, Neo, you show 'em how it's done.
(Ah, but don't tell my students I think this way, 'else there'd be hell to pay...)

It's somewhere, at least

Man, it's so hard to start sometimes. A procrastinator by nature, I always have a rough time with beginnings. It's annoying, actually. Maybe I've stressed the importance of introductions too much in the past. Maybe I hold unreasonable expectations for myself. Maybe I'm weak. Or maybe we all feel this way - so unsure of what is to come, so reticent to step out and become vulnerable.

Crap. I've become far too serious. I just KNOW I will read this later, shake my head and lament that I'm such a MORON. Beginnings have that effect on me.

In any case, apparently this is my blog. On Blogger. Who knew? I'll try and write stuff on it, and I guess we'll see how often that will be. I like to write, and procrastinate, and write while procrastinating and drinking tea. So far I think I have the makings of a blog, or at least the need to pee.