My lack of motivation knows no bounds.

I really need to pack and put on pants and stuff like that.

I've brought the laundry up from the basement; it's currently being sat upon because laundry must contain Lennon.

Have written back to rivka about game organisation. Have called my brother to establish plans and ask if he wants to do dinner; have been called back by my brother (while I was in the middle of writing him an email to back up the phone message, amusingly enough). Have written to my little brother Ben who is no relation to me, Aga, and vectorvillain, none of whom I've seen in ages; have heard back from Aga.

Should pull music out of the changer, like the Evanescence disc. Should put shampoo and stuff in a baggie. Should remove Lennon from laundry. Should remove Arthur from lap. Should fill up a couple extra bowls of kibble and make sure there's plenty of miscellaneous water about for the boys. Should clean the tub, which is the thing that needed done that actually got me to get up this morning.

Is any of this stuff happening right now?

Errrrrrrr.

Right, I can dig up dialup numbers for Mindspring without having to move the cat. That also needs done.

Hah! He's abandoned my lap! I can . . . er. Thing.