Work, and why I'm not doing it.

So, today I woke up at 6AM. Six. In the AM. And it was pouring down rain like the world is ending. Thunder rattling the roof, the wet coming down in sheets... Nasty stuff.
I'd just managed to fall asleep a little less than five hours ago. My alarm was set to go off in two hours, so I could get up and go to work.

I looked out the window. I looked at my alarm clock. I looked at my bed. I looked (mentally) at my bank account.

I turned the alarm off, sent an e-mail to my boss, and went the fuck back to sleep.
I am now awake and awaiting motivation to go eat something, while waiting for my online movies to buffer, because I am doing jack-all else, today.

Writer's Block: Going to Extremes

[Error: unknown template qotd]Cross country running. You do it all by yourself, you don't need a team or a coach, and it's not about speed. It's about endurance.

Plus, runner's euphoria does not suck.

Movie Sign!

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Yes, this.

Fandom Is..., by hesychasm.

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