What I should be doing. . .

I should be writing today. I should be catching up on day-job work. I should be doing edits of the last novel and outlining the next two or three.

There's plenty of stuff I should be doing, so why do I just feel like sitting around, being lazy with the dogs, and catching up on Lost? I know I'm inherently lazy by nature, but come on. This is a little ridiculous. I haven't even bothered to put pants on yet.

For example -- I know I should go clean the kitchen, yet I'd much rather waste time by posting this blog entry. I paid some bills this morning, and the little devil on my shoulder is trying to convince me that doing so was enough heavy lifting for a Saturday.

I suppose I'll just be lazy until I get hungry -- at least then I'll have to put on some pants and go obtain food. Or, at least, I hope I'll put on some pants. Just in case I don't, let me apologize to the Raleigh, NC area in advance.