Off the Cliff

I actually like translating more than I think I do. When I'm doing it I hum along nicely and feel the way I used to feel etc etc. Very nostalgic, very 1999. But when I'm not doing it the idea of doing it is total yada, and so I postpone doing it. Like exercise: I refuse to accept the fact that I like what I think I shouldn't like in spite of all experience to the contrary. And that, foax, is why the good that I would do I continue not to do, and the evil that I would not do I continue to do. And there is no health within me: but that's another, if related, problem.

(I wish lj gave you a list of tags as they give you a list of user pics, because I can never remember what mine are.)