sawyl | Not doing anything

I appear to be having an existential crisis. I've got a thousand important things to do, but I can't seem to bring myself to start any of them. Instead, I've been militantly distracting myself with other stuff.

Thus, this weekend, instead of arrange my holiday — strictly speaking, it's only the return from my holiday that I need to arrange, so what is it, exactly, that my subconscious is trying to tell me? — I've occupied myself with:

Two Stoppard Plays
An Agatha Christie dramatisation. Coincidentally, I was quite taken with these French comic adaptations of two of Poirot's best known cases. Very cool.
A dull feature on John Gray, who is, according to the article, some sort of insightful thinker.
A good et cetera which name checked Gibson's Idoru and mentioned a very cool book, Of Modern Dragons, dedicated to the joys of serial fiction from crime to SF. Sounds super shiny.
Two novels
Two comics
Redoing my toes more in hope than expectation of being able to wear sandals at some point in the next couple of weeks.

Talk about being busy doing nothing.