I need a hobby.

More specifically, I need a hobby that doesn’t involve creaming butter and sugar. Or shopping on the internet. I bought myself an exercise ball a few weeks ago, figuring I can use it to get in shape (in my apartment! while watching television!). Unfortunately my non-declawed cat’s interest in it exceeded my own, and it was swiftly relegated to the closet. Exercising is just one of a long list of activities that I give up on before I can improve, and usually because I feel like I’m not good enough. It happened with knitting, playing the mandolin, learning Japanese, and writing anything that doesn’t begin with an abstract and end with references.