Summer can screw itself.

It is hot as balls around here.  I know a lot of other people are under heat advisories now, so you know of what I speak.  (Not a word, Noelle.  Not a single word.)  I pretty much have no desire to live.  I wake up every morning with all of these plans and all of these things I want to accomplish, and by the time I get home from work all I want to know is go into stand-by mode and lie down in a cool place.  Like yesterday - I was going to write!  Watch this movie a coworker lent me!  Work on Latin!  Clean my computer room!  What did I do?  I laid in bed, in my jim-jams, for four solid hours reading.  Which, don't get me wrong, reading is nice, but still.  I felt like I wasted my day off.

I am also super-tired of summer reading at work.  STOP READING BOOKS, KIDS.  I DO NOT WANT TO CHECK THEM IN ANYMORE.

As far as my writing goes, I'm having a problem with having way too many irons in the fire.  I'm writing, I just can't manage to get anything done.  I have two old B5 series languishing, my het_bigbang, this BSG/B5 crossover, tron20in20, another Tron series, my novel that I've kinda stalled on, and then this weekend I decided to start a new screenplay.  HALP.  

I have a bazillionty tabs open - I check my flist, open up all the posts I intend to read and comment on, and by the time I get done opening them all up I'm tired and ready for bed, or it's time to go to work.  I need to ask Gwyneth Paltrow for tips on how best to curate my social media.  I also need to copy/paste all the fic I have waiting and stick it on my ereader - that worked well the previous times I did it, in terms of finally getting stuff read.  I'm finding I have a shorter attention span when it comes to reading things on my computer. 

ANYWAY, now I'm off to bed, leaving a few more tabs open in the meantime.  Fnar.