Part of it's probably because I'm not feeling 100% well. I'm having serious concentration issues as a result of it. We did get a few things accomplished, including getting to the mall to pick up a few items (and spending my birthday money, yay to The Limited having my favorite style of shirt on sale for half-price) and getting rid of the last of our packing boxes that had created a three-foot pile in the garage. Craig tackled his desk area, and that's half done, too, now. Finally.
But other than that...I dunno, it's just a motivation thing, I guess. Little things keep dragging me down. We tried a new tactic with Alex's eating habits that left me with a huge headache and still didn't accomplish what I hoped. My laptop crashed on me after supper, and refused to come back to life for almost an hour, leaving me panicking that I was going to be cut off again. And other, sundry stuff that's boring and mundane and not worthy of boring you with. Craig's currently on the Xbox, and we started watching S3 of 24 tonight (thank you again, psubrat!). And I have chapter 30 of Legions open to work on, but it's hard to write bathing smut when you can't concentrate, you know?
Ack. OK, this post was pretty pointless, other than to distract me for another 5 minutes. Maybe I should just call it a day and go to bed. Except it's only 9pm. When did I get so old?