I am lazy. I am one lazy beeyatch. I would rather sit on my ass and watch Sex and the City reruns than do anything substantial. Or so I tell myself. But the secret? I don't think it's actually true. Because the thing is, I could. I could come home every night, sit on my couch and watch whatever bad reality television happens to be on. I could let my house go to shit, watch the laundry pile up and everything get increasingly grimy and awful. Some people do, and they're totally okay with that. But I don't, and I'm not. When I was unemployed earlier this year, I was so...effing...bored. So maybe I'm not lazy. Maybe I'm just not passionate enough about anything yet to focus all of my energy and attention on it, and so the in-between times feel like laziness. But maybe those in-between times are just...marinating. It's certainly something to think about. To "marinate" about, if you will.