To Do: Tuesday, 14th March, 2006

Not much apparently. Laundry, eat a bit of breakfast, wander around the internet while I wait for the laundry to finish. I troll the usual places, looking for new this, updated that. Stumbling upon the occasional link to newer and cooler things. Dreaming of shiny new parts to punch up an aging computer that functions quite adequately, but has lost all of its sex appeal. Waiting would seem to be the theme I'm going with here, looking for what's coming next, but doing nothing in the inbetween what's happened and what's going to happen. Action on my part is rather limited to work and more work right now. There are plenty of things to do, that I enjoy doing, that I'm just not doing presently. Instead I'm waiting for new things that I don't have and can't afford, which somehow seem so much more interesting and cool and alive than the things I do have and can do. I can't say that any of the folks whom I admire (for whatever reason) seem to have got by on sitting on their hands and waiting. I don't seem to remember that they attributed their success or accomplishments to waiting and dinking around in the interim. The drive to do has left me, replaced by the drive to have or to be. Completion is a destination for me right now, not the journey. Sorta sad, sorta pathetic. I could get up off my hands and go draw, or finish wrapping the bar tape on Cheryls' bicycle, or work on converting the headboard I just acquired into a bar top for the kitchen. I could go on a walk, read the paper at a coffee shop, finish re-wiring the kitchen or build a stand for the freewall panels we're painting in the patio. I could hang clothes in the closet, wash dishes in the basement sink, organize cd's next to the computer or play Knights of the Old Republic for the umpteenth time. Most likely I'll go get another cup of coffee and sit back down at the keyboard, looking up ram and videocards and harddrives that I don't need and can't have. I'll compare the merits of expensive bicycles that are comprised of pieces of technological genius which are far beyond my abilities to make proper use of. I'll reload webpages in the vain hope that one of them has updated with new pictures of fantastic stuff which I desperately need to know about. And I'll continue waiting for the laundry to finish. Because it will finish. And then, who knows, maybe I'll get to all that other stuff I should be doing instead...