Today I got a much needed surprise... I got off of work early! On a day that I was supposed to work until 5 pm, I was home by noon. I've been kind of grousing about short jobs lately because I'll be feeling the pain come pay day. But with the state of my packing to move, or lack thereof, the extra time was a gift.
So what uber-productive tasks did I accomplish? Did I pack the pantry? Did I clean out the closets? Did I organize the mud room? Did I sort the linens into piles to keep and toss? Why, no. Surprise! I did not. Instead, I spent the afternoon making out with my Tivo boyfriend, wherein *making out with my Tivo boyfriend* = watching Glee, 24, Lost, The Vampire Diaries (two episodes) and three hours of General Hospital (shut up).
You know that feeling that you get when you've really eaten way too much of something and you totally regret it? Translate that into your eyeballs instead of your stomach and, hello, welcome to my world.
And after all that mindless, mind-numbing, soul-sucking TV viewing, guess what? We're still moving. In 16'ish days. I? Am screwed.