Main Entry: list•less
: characterized by lack of interest, energy, or spirit : LANGUID a listless melancholy attitude
I'm sitting at Common Grounds (aka Murky Coffee -- which I refused to acknowledge as the actual name) and have been here for four hours in an attempt to write a noticable amount on my latest novel. What I managed to do was a.) delete three paragraphs b.) write one paragraph and c.) oh wait, there is no c. How is it that when I have time to write, I can't find the inspiration and when I do have inspiration I can't find the time? I suppose it's all part of that vicious cycle called life. I also attempted to find a ticket home for Christmas, which I found, but once I determined I *could* find a ride home from Baltimore at 12am, the ticket had gone up by $150. Sure. Now I'm realizing that I've had too much caffeine in my four hours here and I'm shaking. Why do I feel so listless? It's gorgeous outside. So why do I feel so alter-universe today?
I had a very nice weekend. On Friday (day off, yay!!) I went to Fredericksburg with Kim to have lunch with Starr from the Israel trip and she invited me to have Thanksgiving dinner with her family. Saturday I saw the rest of the Israel crew, which felt like going home. By that I mean that it was like you'd been apart from your family for three years and you were just now getting to see them again for the first time. That was the really awesome part about the trip. The people. I love them all. I'm already planning the next trip I'll go on with the group, The Footsteps of Moses in 2007.
I had the strangest dream last night involving two of my coworkers (Steve and Todd -- who also happen to be the inspiration for two of the characters in my novel). We were sitting in a car together talking about our favorite flavor of bubblegum (Todd's was carrot), only we were parked in the middle of the street. So all of a sudden these men in labcoats start coming out of the trees and are walking toward the car. Todd started up the engine and raced out of there, and we would have been homefree if he hadn't made a wrong turn that led us through a field. Somehow the men chased us all the way through the field and cornered us. At this point I realized I was freaking out and had to wake myself up.
The music they are playing here right now is making me want to cry, literally, so it's now officially time to head home.
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Listlessness sucks, and it's really hard to be motivated when you have all the time in the world. :/ But it seems to come occasionally and then leave. I suppose it's a compliment to all those days that seem very busy and productive.
Also: carrot?
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