I mean, actually, present tense. I am sitting here, waiting for the intepreter to get on the line. And while I was staring blankly at my screen ane listenign to what seems to be the sound of defenseless musical instruments being forced to perform a whalesong-esque emo-concerto, I idly considered--I actually really thought about--posting an anonymous meme something.
So this is how it starts, I marveled, suddenly understanding so much more about fandom than I ever have. When you reach a certain, let us say "critical mass" of mindnumbing boredom, you suddenly begin to think the unthinkable. Or at least, the kind of thing that would require, let's face it, more attention than I can really give anything other than, maybe, my fingernails. When they are pretty. Which right now? So very not.
Hmm. I should do a meme. No, wait. I will do a poll on what meme I should do. Wait. I should do a meme about polls on memes!
Just think, it's only like, nine am right now. I have all day to keep this up.