me, myself and whine

i'm whiny this week.

i'll go out on a limb and say that this has been the whiniest week of the year, thus far.

for some reason i'm tired. i'm lacking in ANY focus. i feel like a broken microscope.

yeah, that about sums that up.

i can't blame it on anything. can't chalk it up to pms or full moon or taxes. well, taxes might fit.

i'm just whiny and anti-social. i've devolved into reading so many books that i don't know which one i read last. that's always a sign to me that i have got to get out and do something. and i have a lot to do. just need a cattle prod to get going. maybe a cheerleader with a good supply of shiraz.

perhaps just a weekend of paint fumes. (; that, and dan's spygame on friday, and the thought of a few battlestar galactica eps waiting in the wings. that show really does rock. the proverbial "they" did a superb job writing it, and the acting is outstanding. lots of nice themes, pretty pictures, arresting ideas.

there's one thing to not whine over, i suppose. i'll keep compiling. (;