I have five million listlessnesses today; it’s rather vexing. I’ve had a mainly productive day, mind, but I’ve had a very difficult time finding something that appealed for relaxation purposes. Part of me just wants to curl up and stare at the ceiling, which… that’s probably the least relaxing thing I can think of. And not only for the space it gives to racing//negative thoughts to get in; it’s just not my ideal of relaxing. I’m too much of a busybody even with my busybodying winnowed down to bits!

For the moment, it seems the one thing my brain agrees sounds vaguely fun is Diablo III. Which is great, ’cause I’ve not played it in a bit. I don’t know how long my brain will be happy with that, but I’ll take it for now. Just like I was grateful that it was down with reading this weekend — I can’t remember the last time I powered through a book a day!

Really though, I hope my head works past this crap, ’cause it’s getting old.