Daily spewage of a bitter mind.

Last night something got into me and it still somewhat scares me.  I had this super duper desire to get stuff done, like this spurt of ‘caring’ about stuff  (*snort*… spurt).

I got home and worked on the lawn mower until it started up again.  Mowed everything, even parts I don’t think have ever been mowed before.  Then, I came in and ate dinner since Malcolm had prepared something. Then I replaced the motor on a bathroom fan.  THEN, I worked on some glass stuff, THEN I went shopping and ran errands, then then then…

I wonder what will happen tonight.  Will I keep moving … or flop down like a beached whale and let the evening slip by?

~ by dmoola on April 1, 2010.