In all fairness, NCIS is a good show.

I’ve found, that sometimes I get a lot of downtime. And, instead of nurturing and fostering my creative impulses of downtime by doing something - erm - creative, instead I Google the world, consuming instead of creating. It’s a very difficult, yet American aspect of me. I don’t want to do the work, instead I’ll consume everything I can. The Internet is my buffet of knowledge: I know I should be eating from the salad bar of Wikipedia, but I can’t make it past the frozen yogurt machine of bacon bras and youtube. I can feel my brain slowly turning into a mush, suitable for uploading to muxtape.com.

The shame is, it’s not even a creative block I’ve come across. Nay, I’m feeling more creative than usual (even though this posting will beg to differ with you), instead, it’s a much more difficult and horrendous beast. The beast that has my junkmail sitting on a pile next to my trashcan, unopened from over 3 weeks ago. The beast that hasn’t swept my apartment or dusted it in weeks, and refuses to ever have all my laundry clean at once. The beast of my long shaggy hair, and long shaggyish stubble. The beast of laziness. It’s a horrible beast, this beast is. All I need to do is shake it, and by definition, the laziness will disappear. But, again, I’m American. Exert extra effort? Not in this food-at-your-doorstep world.

Which is weird, because I’m extraordinarily gung-ho about working out now. It’s like I decided that I’ve only got a certain amount of energy, and if I’m going to expend it lifting steel plates attached to bars, then I can’t dare use that up with a cup full of Tide and a bag full of colors. Remember Newton’s 2nd law of Thermodynamics: Energy can never be created or destroyed, it can only be harnessed on a couch watching the latest episode of NCIS.

That’s not to say I’m not making an effort. Hell, I’m posting a blog entry, aren’t I? If I can get off my ass enough to type some semi-coherent strings of sentences into a textbox, then I can find a way to sweep the kitty litter off my floor. I need to tackle one thing at a time, to make it much less daunting. That’s the only way it’ll work. First up: laundry. You can only flip your underwear over so many times until it just becomes gross.