I'm easily overstimulated, and the Internet in its various manifestations (whether exploring infinitely creative blogs, ordering yet more books that promise to make me a much better person, Googling anything curious that comes to mind, or watching too many documentaries and other films) can quickly send me over the edge, it appears. I trudge over the sand dunes, heart beating wildly, mirages beckoning me on, and I'm still in my pajamas.

All these possibilities, yet it's raining out, and there's a fire in the fireplace, and my dear sweet dog on my lap prevents me from wanting to move.

I'll take a cue from Mauser the cat instead.