Idle Hands and Active Stomachs

So I've just gotten over the stomach flu. Five or so days of complaining, sickly, petulant stomach. Nothing better.

Usually, I try to schedule my day as far away from the house as I can; I don't get anything done when I just laze about the house, so I try to get out and about. Since yesterday it's been snowing, so I haven't even showered today, let alone left the house. As I sit here, eating a really delectable combination of foods which have actually taken my stomach back several days to my delightful mid-flu state of airline-inspired quease, I've been trying to think of the best way of proceeding. I've been looking for an internship in Utah, but that's coming up somewhat short. I'll apply for the couple of ideas I've found, but I don't think I'll get them, and I think the Lord is telling me to abandon this internship quest. I need to just find a job or something, and get out there ASAP, because this is getting old.

In the meantime, I'm spending time at the library, knitting (I really do need to order more wool) and growing progressively more lustful over any and all fabric I find online, as I cruise craft sites. I'm like a sexual predator or something, only instead of children, I sit around in my hovel drooling over printed cotton.

Sloth, lust, gluttony all in the one post! What is a girl to do?

Tomorrow, I think I'll play my violin and work out rather more than I normally do. That'll be nice.

-Rachael

ps-I totally OWN for using the word "Petulant." I OWN.

Getting Back On The Horse

The funny thing about sayings is that no matter how trite and overused they can be, they can still prove very true. Today, I'm trying for the 400th time to get back on the proverbial horse. Now, I don't particularly like horses. I don't like riding them, I don't like interacting with them, I don't even particularly like looking at them. They are beautiful, I freely admit that, but if I had a choice between watching a horse and, say, a pack of healthy predator animals in the middle of a hunt, big cats, wolves, sharks, whatever, I'm going to pick the predator animals. Actually, most any animals. I don't really like horses.

I think that's what I'm feeling about today, too. I've gotten into a slump, yet again, and am trying to get back into the habit of getting legitimate work done, a task which grows considerably more and more difficult as time goes on. Even checking my email is difficult now. I've spent so long avoiding doing it, that I don't even want to look at it, let alone the myriad errands and other such work I actually need to do to get back in the game.

Sometimes I worry that I'm not a truly functional person. I worry that the moment I get off track, I slip far more than any normal person. Maybe that's an exaggeration, but that's kind of how I feel right now. On the upside, I know what I need to do to keep myself focused. I just need to be more dedicated. Starting now. Now. 123now.

Or tomorrow...

-Rachael