I’m going to see how feasible it is to write a blog post on an iPad with my contacts off. The screen is probably only about three inches from the tip of my nose, and I have to do it with only one eye open because there’s such a big difference in the power of my left eye versus the right.

I was actually thinking about sitting in front of a real computer and writing some ideas down, but I just feel spent. It’s only 9 p.m. and I’m already lying in bed. This chronic cough is just driving me nuts. I first thought that I had caught something from all the little kids in the movie theater when I watched “Toy Story 3” on Sunday, but I’m kind of wondering about that, because it responded so well to massive doses of antihistamines and nasal steroids. Allergies suck.

Still, I’ve been feeling fairly crappy and have been going to bed really early all week, which I suppose is just as well since I don’t know what to do with my free time after work now that the NBA playoffs are finally over. I’m kind of not feeling baseball right now, what with the Dodgers sucking. I should probably be getting more exercise, and I suppose I could do that once I’m feeling better.

But whenever I get sick, even with what’s probably just a minimal cold (and not pertussis—I’m pretty sure) sometimes it feels like it’s going to take forever before I feel better. I’m hoping this cough will calm down by this weekend.

It is, however, somewhat symptomatic of this feeling of stagnation that has kind of settled down in my soul. Having been on an academic schedule for 25 years, I’ve really gotten accustomed to the notion of June being a signifier of endings and beginnings. For really the first time in my life, I don’t have any predetermined concrete goalposts to aim for.

Times like these, lying alone in bed and not being able to sleep, I find myself asking such questions as “What do I want to do with my life?” and then find that I’m too tired and too lazy to try to come up with a decent answer. Tomorrow is another day. And we all know that there’s no problem in this world that procrastination can’t make worse.

Procrastination is like masturbation. It’s can be a lot of fun as long as you don’t think too hard about the fact that you’re only screwing yourself.