By yesterday's end we decided that today we weren't going to do anything. Although it might feel like it to me, I guess today wasn't entirely wasted. I got the dog groomed. Watched Karate Kid. Tried to get myself into google reader. Failed. Watched about 8 more hours of television. Sufficiently burnt myself out on television for the rest of the coming week. Successfully made enough excuses not to go to the gym. Wrote a letter. Finished this thing:
But all that still leaves me feeling like something more needs to be accomplished before I can call it a day. I think I'm going to crawl into bed and reread The Yellow Wallpaper. I hope we see some friends tomorrow.