Refreshing my blogger feed, over and over.
Adding things to my Amazon wishlist that I will never buy.
I will never read that new 657-page anthology of Middle Eastern literature. But it looks good on my wishlist.
Looking up news about the new Mortal Kombat game.
Reading a lot of poetry, it seems like.
Buying cheese I can't afford at Fresh Market.
Anticipating when the actual farmer's market will sell fresh produce in the spring.
Drinking green tea and convincing myself I like it.
Reading from my cookbook collection and marking the pages of recipes I will never prepare.
Scribbling down ideas for a webcomic I want to write. Then remembering I can't draw. Or write. Or probably "web", either.
Wondering what the last sentence I just wrote means.
Trying to find that pencil I just had. Goddamnit, it was right here a second ago. How do pencils disappear like that.
Watching Teen Jeopardy and mocking the contestants who get the answers wrong. I mean, the questions.
Playing a lot of Sims 2, as if it were still 2004.
Playing a lot of Nintendo, as if it were still 1984.
Oh, the pencil was behind my ear.
Scavenging for redeemable items in my apartment building's trash room.
Listening to the soundtrack to Moon a lot, curled up underneath the down comforter I got out of my apartment building's trash room.*
Writing this blog post about nothing instead of reading Middlemarch.
Just trying to keep myself sane until all of this is over.
* It's clean.