what to say?

as my life gets weirder and weirder by getting more and more normal, i find i have nothing to say.

a blog about how little i did each day interested me - i may not have put any effort or focus into it, but at least there was the underlying fact that i was competing for the title of "world's laziest man" that seemed to give it a reason for being written...

but now - well - i have the same stuff as everybody else who works in an office for too little money. it's not even an office that bears writing about. the work is interesting on a personal level, but not worth writing about. the people i work with are solid and dependable and although they have petty office-politik disputes, also don't rate a mention, except perhaps for how normal they are.

but the strangest, strangest thing is, that apart from the working week being a day or two long, i don't think i want to go back to doing nothing again just yet. i will, i know i will, but not just yet. the reasons i stopped doing nothing (mostly because i had so many opportunities to be doing cool things but wound up doing, literally, nothing), are still there to be worked thru. when i find my inspiration again, i think at that point i will return to doing something worth writing about, but it may take some time.

until then, well, you can imagine, i guess...

the hammock is empty, but it is strangely good...