No, today is about me dragging my feet around the apartment in a washed out t-shirt, mushroom slippers and Mr. Kilt's boxers (He wears a kilt the right way, so why he even owns boxers is a mystery to me) thinking that I should probably start cleaning the apartment.
After spending an hour or so in front of youtube, watching failed engagement proposals (I do laugh at other people's misery sometimes. I'm horrible that way) I noticed that I still need to clean, but my tummy says otherwise. So after making myself a nutritious meal (leftover and a glass of pepsi) I decided to do the dishes... Until I realized that I've forgotten to read my daily blogs, which is a priority above all other, of course.
So now I'm sitting here, in my mushroom slippers, over looking the apartment that is simply refusing to get clean all on it's own. I should probably get to that, right after this blog post. Yeah, let's say that's really true.
Oh! The millionth re-run of How I met your Mother, I just can't miss that. I've seen this episode so many times I know every line. What if I'm wrong? Now I simply must see it to prove myself right.
So much to do, so little time, how do I manage?
Don't run with scissors.