unproductivity

Lately I have been daydreaming about decorating -- my room, the restroom -- and rearranging furniture, as well as fantasizing about picking awesome retro wine glasses, colorful vintage-looking plates, curtains. Is Anthropolgie the coolest ever? The days seem to go by too quickly for me to really enjoy anything for long -- wonder when my life will begin -- but what does that mean, exactly? When I will cease to worry? When I can have guilt-free play? That's probably what I meant, but it also probably means when I retire, which clearly is too far into the future.

I tried watching Jarmusch's Stanger in Paradise around 8 pm but my mind was too scattered that I felt I should be doing some life maintance -- uh, like organizing the cupboard and the clothes in the closet? Smart Move. What is wrong with me?

typical distractions this weekend:

• Watched Batman and Capote -- both were excellent, respectively.
• Hit a Bar with nasty unfinished beer, then margaritas and burrito
• 3 loads of laundry!
• A take-out chinese food with a failed reading group -- we had so much fun talking.
• a four excursion to downtown!