last week, i didn't go running after work. in fact, i did nothing after work. i didn't watch TV, i didn't cook, i didn't get any errands done, i didn't get any random personal things done, i didn't blog all the exciting things floating around in my head. first week of nothing.
at least the weekend was productive. i could blog about it, but i feel like doing...nothing.
this week, i have been quote productive during my lunch hour at work, but when i get home, nothing. alright, so i had an exam today, so i was studying. but nothing got done besides a tiny bit of studying. second week of nothing-so-far.
first week of nothing, i was feeling pretty proud, on-top-of-the-world, ready for a challenge, confident, sure of myself, even cocky if you will.
second week of nothing is getting off to a more anxious start. self-doubting, intimidated, beginning the mourning process of having this thing called a "life" which i will lose for a few years, and a bit more tentative about everything.
i usually prefer trios to pairs (things grouped in odd numbers usually provide for more visual interest), but this time i'm hoping for just a pair.