The Inevitable

I have become that person who talks about their blog constantly. Really, I should just put a big sign on my forehead, "obnoxious blogger."
Guess it just seems like a less obvious, more socially acceptable way to talk about myself.

I have also started staring at my computer and laughing and grinning randomly. I mean, I'm not totally alone in my office, but I am (and this is a scary phrase) "alone enough."

And I'm taking this sewing class, and I all I want to do is skip class. It's not that I don't enjoy it, I just always want to not go. I wonder if it's just me, or if everyone is this easily swayed by their immediate desires. Maybe I should have rebelled more growing up? Because I skipped sooo much class in college (mostly senior year). And I enjoyed every minute of it.

Really, there's something about avoiding work (or even a scheduled hobby) that just makes everything seem better. The sky is bluer, food tastes better, friends are much more entertaining.
This cannot bode well for my future.