I can't sit still.
Well, okay, I can, but not for long. And I can't not be doing anything. (can't not be not doing anything?) I have to be doing stuff. This is why I like work so much, because it lets me do something all the time and then the not doing anything is okay. But 2 weeks of not doing anything? Not doing it. (haaa)
I don't know whether to be glad that I'm getting all these little projects done that I normally never have time for, or disgusted with myself that I can't just relax and lie around the house in slothful slothiness for more than, like, 1 day.
Even the giant brick of Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell isn't keeping me still for long. I keep putting it down to empty, clean and organize things. It's a sickness, I tell ya!
Big, Bright & Beautiful Birthday Wishes to lotta!