Between.

This is the title of the CD that I'm listening to. This is also the phrase that would best describe my day. To be in between, is to be without a real location. Not having the energy to go to where you were planning to go, and not enough energy to make your way back to where you came from. You just kind of stop short of your destinatioin and just drift. A meaningless existence. You just sit and think about what you could be doing. Then you think of what you should be doing and you stay rooted with your shoots of laziness going deep into the ground. Unable to move you sit, waiting for someone to pull you out of your dull reverie.

You know that you still don't have any new e-mails yet you check it anyway. You have nothing to write about so you sit in front a blinking cursor.

Plans fail, and the hanging out with friends that would have been a good substitution for the work you should be doing, doesn't seem like such a good deal anymore. People fall out one by one and you're left with trying to decide whether you are going to work like the rest of them, or just write about how you should be working, but remain seated in your reclining chair.

Well, Jason came home and we're going to see a movie. Guess it's time to move this party elsewhere.