And when we die, will we be that disappointed or sad?

My brain is so awake today. It keeps bugging me. Hey, why don't you pick up your book and finish reading? Hey, let's go for a bike ride! Hey, why don't you open your laptop and tap away on your NoWriMo draft? Hey, why don't you clean out the office? Hey, why don't you dig up the front yard and plant sunflowers? Hey, why don't you move those shelves from the bedroom into the living room? And install new shelves in the office? Hey, why don't you do some painting or make a print?

To which my body answers every time, "yeah, sounds good, right after I lie down here on the couch for a while...."

I've earned a day of lazyness, I have to keep reminding myself. I deserve it. Especially since I'm about to pick up a pair of heavy speakers and load up the car and go DJ the youth prom tonight.

Before I went into the bathroom to cut my hair and shower, it was sunny and hot. Now there's a hurricane outside my windows. It's intense.