Look into my eyes, it's easy to see

I'm booooored!

I have shitloads of things I ought to be doing. I'm barely posting at Terran or the TrekBBS Lounge - for some reason the inspiration, the spark just isn't there. I have a poem and several pieces of fiction I ought to be working on, and the flat could do with a clean (though I have hoovered the floor and brushed Spike - Squish was starting to mistake the clumps of hair in the corners for small game animals...)

But I feel flat, dull and stale. I am uninspired, and just a little bit emotional. I keep playing love songs on RealPlayer and sitting there feeling stirred by the lyrics. I suspect it's hormonal...

Anyway, I've thought of a possible remedy for it. It worked last time when I lost my mojo... or at least, it kept me busy till I got it back, which was almost as good. And this time, considering the number of evil buggers I have on my friends list, it has the potential to be interesting.

What am I talking about? Truth or Dare, of course.

The rules: Comment to this post, either asking me a question which I will answer truthfully, or give me a dare. I can't guarantee that I'll be willing or able to perform all the dares you might think of (depending how evil and inventive you get) but you know me, I'll do my best.

Go on, then. Fire away. I place myself in your collective hands...

Edited to add: I'm playing Georgia Satellites' Battleship Chains on endless repeat. Now I know I'm depressed.

Look into my eyes, it's easy to see

I'm booooored!

I have shitloads of things I ought to be doing. I'm barely posting at Terran or the TrekBBS Lounge - for some reason the inspiration, the spark just isn't there. I have a poem and several pieces of fiction I ought to be working on, and the flat could do with a clean (though I have hoovered the floor and brushed Spike - Squish was starting to mistake the clumps of hair in the corners for small game animals...)

But I feel flat, dull and stale. I am uninspired, and just a little bit emotional. I keep playing love songs on RealPlayer and sitting there feeling stirred by the lyrics. I suspect it's hormonal...

Anyway, I've thought of a possible remedy for it. It worked last time when I lost my mojo... or at least, it kept me busy till I got it back, which was almost as good. And this time, considering the number of evil buggers I have on my friends list, it has the potential to be interesting.

What am I talking about? Truth or Dare, of course.

The rules: Comment to this post, either asking me a question which I will answer truthfully, or give me a dare. I can't guarantee that I'll be willing or able to perform all the dares you might think of (depending how evil and inventive you get) but you know me, I'll do my best.

Go on, then. Fire away. I place myself in your collective hands...

Edited to add: I'm playing Georgia Satellites' Battleship Chains on endless repeat. Now I know I'm depressed.