I want to do something, but I don't know what. I think I'm getting a cold. I've got to take the garbage out tonight.

What a bad evening. I wish I had some mindless, 800-question survey to fill out. It's either feast or famine with me, too much to do or not enough. When I'm overloaded I'll wish I felt like this instead. Kind of like wishing for snow on a very hot day. You don't really want snow, do you?