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To debate or not to debate?
Apr. 11th, 2005 10:06 pmI've been doing a lot of thinking lately about how I've been avoiding debates. Sometimes I actually extend the energy to get involved in one but then drop out of the debate after I say one little thing. I just don't have it in me right now, it seems like. I feel ridiculously apathetic. I feel like there's so much I could say about so many topics, and instead I leave little soundbites about Cookie Monster. There was a discussion on the mailing list for my volunteer job that I couldn't really get myself into, and I commented a little bit in a debate on same-sex marriage that I just don't feel up to responding to. I hate e-mail. I want someone to take me out to coffee and discuss issues in person, dammit!
Today I had four home visits. I did some office work and was out of there by 4:00. I volunteered from 6:00-8:30, but seeing as my volunteer schtick is near Fenway Park, I had to take the T in instead of driving (volunteer job sells their parking spaces to sports fans on game days) which took 60 minutes instead of 20. Sucktacular!
Tonight I want to sleep the sleep of the dead. I am so exhausted and I have no idea why. Maybe it's because I haven't been to the gym since last Thursday. Must rectify.
p.s. This morning I had a dream that I was in labor. And in a totally surreal moment, my dad arranged for some football hero to visit me at the hospital and throw footballs at me. WHAT THE HECK DOES THAT MEAN??!?!
Today I had four home visits. I did some office work and was out of there by 4:00. I volunteered from 6:00-8:30, but seeing as my volunteer schtick is near Fenway Park, I had to take the T in instead of driving (volunteer job sells their parking spaces to sports fans on game days) which took 60 minutes instead of 20. Sucktacular!
Tonight I want to sleep the sleep of the dead. I am so exhausted and I have no idea why. Maybe it's because I haven't been to the gym since last Thursday. Must rectify.
p.s. This morning I had a dream that I was in labor. And in a totally surreal moment, my dad arranged for some football hero to visit me at the hospital and throw footballs at me. WHAT THE HECK DOES THAT MEAN??!?!
