Because I have no better ideas...and there are no more cool internet pranks (I still want a lap giraffe. They're so kyoot).
I'm kind of thinking about, well...trying to make a hole in my to be read pile. Trying to get work done at a reasonable time. (although I have managed a solid 2000 words a day on my latest novel this week, so we're making progress...now if I could just sell one of these books...)
And tired. I've worn myself out, I think. And it's...supposed to be spring *eyes the temperature*. Can we have actual spring? Please? Pretty please?
Okay. I'll stop whining now. And go back to writing.