Nothing if Not Persistant

Well here I am. My head feels like it's got a case of Alien-Stomach (you know, Alien waiting to pop out, as seen in ....well...Alien...) and my throat has decided it's now sandpaper. Handy for those splintered wood shelves, not so good for anything else.

I'm surrounded by piles of different media. Star Wars and Evil Dead 2 in one pile, Wil Wheaton's book and an issue of Empire magazine in another, and Mass Effect 3 leering at me from in front of the tv. I've got indecision, and I've got it bad. I reach for the Empire magazine. I open to a page with a preview for the Clash of the Titans sequel. I throw the Empire magazine. I walk back over to it, pick it up, and throw it again.

I read a section from Wil Wheaton's book. It's about Star Wars. So I get distracted and start feeling the urge to watch Star Wars. I realize that I haven't retained the last two paragraphs I read. I sigh.

I read the two paragraphs again, and then finish the story. It's a great book, and so far it's winning in this battle of distractions. (Or is Star Wars winning? Since it distracted me from the book?....wait...what was I writing?...hm)

I bring in another option from outside the original choices. I open the story I'm working on. I change a few phrases. Satisfied, I try to pick up the feeling I was going with last time I wrote. I fail pretty badly. Seeing that what I just wrote is about to be erased, I push it and make it even worse and more ridiculous. I laugh and consider keeping it to show to people and act like I honestly think it's good. I "save as" under a different title and tuck the joke away for later use.

I hear the cat running across the upstairs rooms, from one end to the other and back again. I wonder if she's acting out what my brain is doing. Smug feline. "Just because you can run doesn't mean...uh...shut up" I yell to/at the cat. Yeah. That'll get her.

I've irreparably lost my train of thought and mutter cat insults while closing the Word document.

I look back at my book. I could swear Wil is now giving me a reproachful look from the cover. "You lost to the cat man. It can't even understand you." Shut up, Wesley.

I immediately apologize to the book. Then feel stupid for apologizing to a book.

I'm going to watch Star Wars. Life is weird.