Today was just fraught with productivity. I cleaned my room, and I cleaned the bathroom, an event so rare it should go down in history. I did all my homework. I loaded the dishwasher. I finished Oedipus Rex. I made chicken for lunch. I finished outlining my novel for NaNoWriMo.
No, I didn’t. Lies. All lies. That entire spiel was what I pictured myself doing today. In actuality, I sat on my butt, ate Apple Jacks out of a thermos with a soup ladle, kicked around some wayward clothing items in my room to make it look like I made an effort to clean it, then watched three straight hours of Jerseylicious. I felt my IQ plummet. But, hey, did you know Olivia’s dating Tracy’s ex? Now you do!