I’m having a slow day so far. I had to verify my spelling of “productivity” twice. And both times it was wrong.
This morning started off with what I thought was a bad dream: the doorbell ringing around 9:20. I continued to sleep. The doorbell continued at an incessant, frantic ringing.
The BF asked, half awake, WHO would ring the doorbell like that on a Saturday morning?!
That was an easy answer: TC. What the hell! So I went down to answer the door looking like such {TC told me to take a pic of how rough I look in the morning, again #1 cheerleader!!}:
He said he woke up at 2:30 and decided to find all my stuff that was stashed at his place, compile and bring it to me. Lovely. So now I have more random shit to deal with and go through. Meaning: I threw it all in the basement.
I then promptly went back to bed for an hour and then decided: today is the day of accomplishing. Like real things, not make believe I accomplished something — Or the accomplishing or rearranging of things to make it appear like something happened. I have a particular talent for that.
No, today, is for real. As in busting out with paint and painting up in this motha. And last night we finally got a tv. Still not going to hook it up to cable — we’re not big tv people. Which I’m thankful for. The tv can suck you in.
It’s kinda like Instagram. You stare at it aimlessly and before you know it, you’ve been through every channel, watched a little of everything but didn’t see anything that left any sort of impression on you.
Is that a good summary of Instagram? Except I love my Insta. I will never give it up. I find myself having to sneak hide it. Sneak it and then hide it away. Especially when I’m in bed. If I hear The BF coming, I stash my phone. He made a don’t-bring-Insta-to-bed rule. I can’t seem to abide by that one.
I also have a lot of laundry to do today. It’s not going to happen. Neither is cleaning the floors and everything else on my “To Do” list.
F the list. Where do I come up with this crap to do, anyway? Because if I think about it — nothing needs to happen. It’s just these ideas I get in my head that feel it must happen and happen now.
What I really need to do is clone Brother. Then I’d have someone 24/7 who could just constantly do things for me. Genius.
To Saturday productivity! I am off to get up close and intimate with Wooster … and Mark Twain.