limbictides

I think I'm currently in one of those periodic limbos I drift into; the events, and my thoughts from the last one or two years coalesce into a coherent picture, and I'm able to take what I've learned and assimilate it into my experience. My failings also seem to beat themselves into my head at these times, but that appears to be getting less disheartening each time.

I have absolutely nothing to do tomorrow. I think I'll sit around in my pjs and play guitar until I bleed. Suggestions for other unproductive activities are welcomed and encouraged.