Procrastinating.

Today is a holiday. I am not at work. Yet I need to work--there are papers to grade for tomorrow night's class, and a lesson to prepare for it. I also have homework for writing class next Saturday: lots and lots of writing, plus reading, and more writing. I don't feel like doing any of that but the reading, so I've gotten through a few more chapters of To Kill a Mockingbird today (I will probably finish it before dinner). I've also:

• cleaned and painted my toenails
• noticing the tub was kind of gross while cleaning those toes, scrubbed out the tub a bit
• bothered my cats
• looked at Facebook, even though it's clear everybody is enjoying the holiday and not updating Facebook
• played Dr. Mario until I was cross-eyed
• stared into space

At least I'm writing this now. That's something. 
     I went out drinking last night, and I thought I'd been fairly well behaved; two vodka drinks, that's it. But I'm sluggish and unmotivated today. I blame those girly cocktails. 
     Listening to Pandora's Classic Indie (or whatever it's called) probably doesn't help my motivation. Lots of twee melodic stuff that makes you want to sit around and think about things. Or take a nap. Should I nap? Isn't that what holidays are for? I want to take a nap and eat hamburgers.