God, these days it's like having to drag myself to ... anything I have had to drag myself to to get here and get posting. Instead of fretting over the shift from shimmering efficiency and inspiration to slug, I'll instead list things I used to drag myself to:
the shower
the dentist
work meetings
work
bed if I fell asleep on the couch ca. 2006-09 (I blame the 11:00 pm Oprah show, going out, and Second City)
memories of what this song used to mean
the litterbox (to change it)
I guess the last one is the only one I still drag to. And work, even though "dragging oneself" is plugging in some shit and cracking open a computer. Duh.
I'm not going to the second-to-last one. When the you that once was you isn't you any more, why?
Unless it is still you. Not going to fret about that one, either.
