Social Lives of the Anti-Social

In an attempt to combat a slight bit of social anxiety, I've been forcing myself to be social. Blogging has fallen victim as a result of my time being taken up by off-computer activity, which while time filling, isn't exactly interesting. Nobody cares that I spent however much time on the elliptical cross trainer thingy, or that I learned a new minor poi move.

The kits are getting along alright, they can sit near each other without growling, but they still swat and hiss when one or the other gets too close. They take after mom in that respect.

I'm off of crafting it seems. Not much inspiration and my stuff covered in dust isn't very motivating. I knitted a scarf this weekend though, while watching movies with The Kid. Looks like the Sockmonkey will be on TV sometime in August.

Tonight is bowling night, to keep my chops up over summer I've organized a bi-weekly drunken gathering at the Landmark for bowling with co-workers. So far it has turned out to be really pretty fun, even if the lanes at Landmark really suck.

Last night after getting tortured by my trainer, I watched The Sheltering Sky which is a terrible movie, but still beautiful, and reminded me how much I'd like to see Morocco.

When did I become so much of a watcher rather than a doer? When did doing things become such a pain in the ass?