There are quite a few interesting things I could be writing about in this entry, but I’m not going to because I’m lazy and don’t feel like it. Instead, I’m going to ramble on for a hundred fifty to two hundred words about the first few things that come to my mind because my ability to form coherent sentences needs to be reserved for Rumors of War, which I’m going to pick up and work on in a few minutes, after I’m done here.

I’m already well into enjoying my little holiday in the middle of February. I’ve spent most of the day kicking around, talking, making bad puns, writing a little, reading a little less, eating and socializing, and playing video games. I’m sure, if I had a mind for it, I could be working on quite a few things with my time, but I just don’t feel like it. I’m relaxing, instead. Of course, there’s this idea that I’d relax more, the less I did it.

It’s rather bizarre, and it’s perhaps the point I’ve been leading up to here, is that relaxation is actually a little uncomfortable. Maybe it’s just me, or maybe I’m doing it wrong, but lying around doing nothing is a little painful. I ought to get up and move around a bit more, go for a walk with someone I like. :)