So last night was full of all these crazy dreams. There were hordes of zombies, and I was a master of the head-shot. (Headshot in the "shoot the zombie in the head" vein, not in the "hey Mr. Decompsy, tilt your head to the left and say cheese" vein. I guess that's pretty obvious, though.) The rest of the dream was a mash up of half the psychological epic movies/books of my era, with reality not actually being reality, but actually constructed to control the population. That's right: the zombies didn't actually exist, they were just a plot to confuse us all! Tricky zombie coders.
Anyway, after that eventful night's sleep, I somehow woke up feeling all invigorated and accomplished. (Hmm, maybe it's weird that I find zombies invigorating....) My ability to feel accomplished by doing nothing is really profound, though. For example, my day so far:
Woke up - wooo, zombies!
Read blogs for half an hour
Realized it was August 6th already
Jumped out of bed with gusto
Stabbed myself in the thumb with a staple, trying to tear the tag off new thrift store dress
Got band-aid
And yet I feel accomplished because I put my contacts in and it isn't even 11 am yet!
In fact, it takes so little to make me feel accomplished in my day that it's really pathetic if I go to bed feeling like I haven't done anything worthwhile.
Now for the real test!

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