I have B.O. -- not the stinky one.  LOL. I think I am slightly "Burned Out" over everything in general these days. First of, my blog muse has been eluding me lately. I can't think of anything to write about and I can't even be as spontaneous as I am usually with my writing. You know, usually I'll just log in sans any idea what to say and then words would just pour as naturally as rain in a vessel that would magically transform my thoughts, feelings and even my usually incoherent babble into a concoction that makes sense, however little.

Then the laundry! You'd think I would have been able to do that already since I have been complaining about it in my posts the past couple of weeks. NO! I haven't done it either. Blame it on the non-stop activities last weekend. At this point, I just feel like forever-vegetating and staring at the wall at every given free time. Blame it on the hormones too. It's highly likely...

Because I haven't been blogging on coffee breaks and lunch breaks either!!! What do I do? I take off my shoes (ballet flats lately-- with the heels taking an indefinite hiatus from my regular garb) and then walk barefoot around my cube, even once or twice going as far as the xerox machine without shoes on (how barbaric!), then I pour ice over my half a cup of hot-morning-coffee-gone-cold-after-two-hours-of-sitting-on-my-desk so I can enjoy it on the rocks -- giving the caffeine fix its second life. I sit back, relax, put on my reading glasses and read ghost stories online. I'm hooked.

Last night, after a bazillion errands at South Shore (post office, bank yada yada) and an unspectacular haircut, I chose to be catatonic on our couch, with a bowl of leftover chinese sticky rice with chinese sausages on my chest and launched into a movie marathon with hubby on Direct TV.  Thank God our DirecTV is sort of "fixed" now, hopefully not temporarily anymore. I've been blabbering incessantly about our TV problems and satellite issues in this blog too for the past six months now. It turns out, one of the MAJOR things we needed to do was prune the tree on our sideyard that's knocking our dishes off the alignment with their coordinates everytime the wind blows hard. And it usually does since our house faces the San Francisco bay and sits just a little more than two miles away from the water with that expanse consisting of marshes, trails, a reserve sanctuary for some endangered species I've never heard of (and we pay 30 bucks a month for to help protect them) and NO HOUSES at all.

So, online Ghost Stories and the highly interesting, entertaining and engaging (despite one's burnout) shows on DirectTV are tiding me over this pitiful state of weariness these days.

Or is it just my way of justifying my swelling indolence and sloth? (read: L-A-Z-Y)