when you're so lazy, you annoy yourself

Sometimes I'm so frustrated with myself, I have to bite my proverbial tail.

I feel like I've been spreading myself too thin lately. Emphasis on the word "feel", because quite frankly I have no schedule to follow. Aside from work, I have zero obligations. No kids, no classes, nothing to cook or clean or launder. I've got a boyfriend who's miles away, friends whom I see a couple of times a week and half a pet. So why do I feel like I'm not getting anything done? I have nothing to do!

I have nothing pressing to do. I think that's my problem. 

I want to dedicate more time to my blog; get to know this little world and really carve out a little piece of cyberland I can be proud to call my own. That takes time, which I have. But I have nothing pushing me to do it. All inspiration, no motivation. 

You may be thinking that this is a good time for me to describe my clever and thrilling plan to combat my lackluster lifestyle. But I won't. You see, I don't have one. I guess this is my plan; I'm dedicating some time to my blog. It's not much, but it's a start.

Since I'll be moving soon, I'm very home decor minded right now. I want to make this the place of reference. A scrapbook of my likes, if you will. Instead of having fifty million pictures throughout a million folders on my computer, I can post them here. Nice and orderly.