I woke up this morning, still sick, and dragged myself into the kitchen. I drank some tea, blew my nose a couple dozen times, and had breakfast with Bjorn and Ting. We had a long lazy wonderful conversation, recapping dinner last night. Then, after an egg, some toast and three cups of tea, I eventually got up and showered. It was a late night last night - I didn't get to bed until after 1 - so it was pushing 10:30 by the time I got into the shower today.

Showered and teeth brushed and dressed in fresh clean clothes, I felt ready for the day. I made a hot hot cup of coffee and nuzzled up to my computer.

I was in a really good happy cozy place and decided - what the hell, I would check in on a couple of my favorite blogs before getting to work.

(Today I'm formatting a book I wrote into PDF form for print and posting online - stay tuned !!!)

The first ten minutes were great, of course, all snuggled up with coffee and reading about all my favorite people on the Internet.

Cut to 12:30, an hour and a half after I first sat down, and I'm still dinking around online, jumping from site to site.

An hour and half in, and I started feeling guilty and that warm fuzzy feeling is slipping right away.

Ashamed of myself, I tore myself away from Amanda Palmer's twitter feed to sit down and write today's story.

It's amazing how easy it is for me to give away my time. These precious days and hours, my days of being alive, days when my soul happens to be wrapped up inside this carbon contraption that walks and talks and eats and creates. It's astonishing and horrifying how easily I spend it jumping around online without any intention at all.


And so, with that, I'm going to sign off, make another cup of coffee, and get back to book formatting.