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I think I am /going insane/
It's not that I don't have anything to do: my apartment is full of books, some even unread, and full of yarn.
But, perversely, I (only) want to do the things I can't. Chat, GW/WoW, whatever. The gaming bit is partly habit, but I even want to write -- never mind that I haven't written anything in ages, never mind that if I physically could I probably wouldn't -- which is nigh impossible when I am on a keyboard that I can only type on by poking with a stick, which is slow and pathetic and hurts my wrists. Doesn't stop me from writing entries, obviously, but I can only manage short ones, and only because I am self-destructively persistent.
(The above paragraphs took ~15 min to write, allowing for "ow fuck" breaks every few words.)
*wallows about in the yummy gloopy mud of self-pity*
But, perversely, I (only) want to do the things I can't. Chat, GW/WoW, whatever. The gaming bit is partly habit, but I even want to write -- never mind that I haven't written anything in ages, never mind that if I physically could I probably wouldn't -- which is nigh impossible when I am on a keyboard that I can only type on by poking with a stick, which is slow and pathetic and hurts my wrists. Doesn't stop me from writing entries, obviously, but I can only manage short ones, and only because I am self-destructively persistent.
(The above paragraphs took ~15 min to write, allowing for "ow fuck" breaks every few words.)
*wallows about in the yummy gloopy mud of self-pity*