my best friend asked a few days ago if i still blogged. i was just about to say i was busy when i realised that it was such a lazy answer for a supposedly busy person. what have you been up to? i’ve been busy. can you pass me the coffee, please? i’m busy. what’s your number? too busy to think.

as i’m writing this, i’m soooooo tempted to end this entry right here because i have – at least i’m sure i do have – other things to do.

the truth, however, is far sadder. other than the three-four hours of work a day (i know, i know), my life is jam-packed with meaningless activities, such as entertaining facebook stalkers and talking to myself. hanging with friends is on the “productive” side of spectrum. watching tv is on “neutral”, along with feeding the cats and shopping.

to say i’m wasting my life away is an understatement. but to think up a resolution is too dramatic. or is it not?

whatever it is, i’ll deal with it tomorrow, for i’m a little too busy right now.