Reading: The Garments of Caean, Barrington J. Bayley.
Listening: Golden Cleaners, The Cleaners From Venus.
Watching: My eBay watch-list.
Writing: Bugger all.
Caring: A lot - in the Faith No More sense.
Plotting: See below.
Thinking: As little as possible.
Eating: Vegemite on toast.
Dreading: Doing the grocery shopping this afternoon. Oh, and global warming, nuclear war, etc.
Failing: To do anything remotely productive with my life.
Succeeding: At wallowing in self-pity over perceived failure to do anything remotely productive with my life.
Laughing: At the increasing absurdity of Neighbours' storylines.
Wishing: I owned a more comfortable pillow.
Making: Annoying clicking sounds with my front teeth.
Disliking: The exhorbitant cost of buying books from the UK.
Going: Out for dinner to celebrate my mum's birthday.
Selling: My soul to the lowest bidder. So far there have been no takers.
Drawing: The short straw and a long bow.
Drinking: Instant coffee.
Stroking: My pussy.
Wondering: Why a couple of emails I sent last week have been ignored.
Spooking: The horses.
Despising: Pretension, arrogance, spitefulness, apathy.
Exhibiting: Pretension, arrogance, spitefulness, apathy.
Wishing: For intergalactic peace.
Suffering: Mild headache, indigestion (the Vegemite on toast), gammy knee.
Collapsing: In a heap.
Ending: This post.