the unstoppable forces of inertia
I’m sitting here at my desk, all dressed up, made up and psyched up for a Saturday night out with friends. The day was spent in an orgy of cleaning: my housemates and me went on a wild spring-cleaning spree. Most of the day we were high on the smell of cleaning products. This morning I almost went running, and this evening again. Before going to bed last night I made a list of poetry competitions.
Now, all these things might not mean much to you, but they do to me. It means that I managed to give inertia a good run for its money. Even though I didn’t actually go running, the fact that I considered it as a serious option twice is extremely unusual for me. Especially because I hate running. And about the poetry competitions – I’m scared stiff, but I will work on some of my stuff, tidy it up, make it better, make it the best it can be, and send it off. I will never know if it’s any good if it just sits around my computer.
What does this amount to? My battle-fever held out for 24 hours so far and it’s looking good to continue. Now I gotta bundle up against the cold. No, inertia, I will NOT stay home and spend Saturday night at the computer. Enough of that.