Writing While Waiting in Queue

    Specifically, I am waiting in queue in Star Wars: The Old Republic to join a random group in a flashpoint. I promise to some people that last sentence is in fact written in English. I should also apologize now for the future post that is going to be all about online gaming. Make that posts. I have many opinions, and few people in my life willing to listen to my rants and rambles for the 14th time.

    So what should I write about tonight? There is a fairly large pool of emotions and thoughts floating around in my head. Some of it I am saving to write in a physical journal. Because yes, it's too scary to put creative writing of any sort on the internet. Wait crap is this creative? whatever. I know what I mean. That's good enough. I could write a list of all the things I wish I was doing right now (cleaning, cleaning, cleaning, finish knitting a hat, cleaning) but I seem pretty committed to procrastinating. It's much more fun to sit around feeling guilty than just doing whatever it is I'm guilty about not doing. Obvs. I could write about how I am feeling weirdly creative right now. I have pictures in my head almost ready to be painted, a board to be colored once I find the right board, a hat I am knitting, and a couple ideas for writing taking shape. I don't usually have that many urges to create at one time. I'm usually more likely to be pulled towards one type of art at one time.

      I could sit here and list all the profoundly dumb character names I am seeing in my game online. ("Nytdreamer" ha oh god) I could mention that I use far too many parentheses when I write. But I'm actually ok with that, it's as close as drawing arrows pointing to related but slightly off topic concepts as I can get with a keyboard. Sometimes I won't write about something because I feel I couldn't properly explain without drawing a diagram.

    Oh here we go, an idea. I think I know why I am writing a blog. Besides from the fact that I've been sleeping weird and therefore have no one to talk to and too many words in my brain. I think it will be good for me to write even stupid shit like this on a daily basis. It's been so long since I've been in school I'm starting to worry my brain is atrophying away.  And I suspect using my brain and expressing myself will also help keep the depressions away. So there. A reason to be doing this that doesn't feel utterly stupid. Now I just have to decide if and who I want to read this. Ugh, gross. It's so far just a diary, so who the hell do I know that might possibly want to read my diary? I think I will wait until I have more interesting things to post. Like short stories, or art. ooo Hey, I could post pictures of art I make!  And then write out all the things about my art that I hate!

    Ok fuck, I need to do something productive ish. I'll go unload the dishwasher. That probably won't kill me. Probably.