itchy

I have been trying to work on this long (highly entertaining) blog entry about having Deadheads for parents. It's taking forever though, and it's exceptionally blech. I have reached this point, and it does happen quite often with me, where I'm just not 'feeling it'. I'll post page after page of photos or words, but there's no depth here. What has happened?

I'm itching for warmer weather. I've decided that this will be my summer of OUTSIDE! I am working on a garden, working on getting a bigger grill, and outside I will be! I have been reading a lot and while it's ridiculously satisfying, I feel it chipping away at my brain much like my marathons of 'Buffy' and 'Angel' did. I'm just tapped out too much. I'm not feeling crafty or creative or anything. Just want to be out being silly (and drunk!), or home reading, or slouching on the couch talking about the world's atrocities (specifically why there are no real talented people on this cycle's 'America's Next Top Model') with Jacob, you know? I mean really, is that SO MUCH TO ASK??

The answer is yes. I am putting everything challenging and important just beyond my reach and just being slothy. I always seem to justify my laze by counting all the hours or work I do during the week, and the running around, and the parenting, and the..., and the..., you know? you know know you know you know???

If you happen to be looking for me, you can find me outside with a book, ignoring the world! :) :(