So… I feel the urge to pen something, but there’s nothing to write. Nothing important anyway. I’m in my usual lack of willpower mode. I want to do things. There are lots of things I want to do. But without someone needing me to do them… here I sit. Pathetic.
So, when do I get disgusted enough with myself that I grab myself by the collar, shake myself roughly and give myself a stern enough talking to that I change my ways? Not yet apparently. Worse than Pathetic.
Fingers keep twitching/My hands have the ambition/What’s wrong with the rest?
What I seem to fall back on lately, a quick and dirty haiku. Makes me feel less useless if I can follow the rules, I guess. Not really what I was here for, but I can’t come up with anything better right now, so there you go.