I have been sitting on this couch, in front of TV & laptop, for nearly five hours. I got up to retrieve Paige from her camping trip (she decided to stay at the Homestead without me yesterday), so my lazy ass got a ten minute workout. Otherwise, it's been planted here while my 'Boys win handily, kids play around me, husband brings me pizza I whined for, and the sun sets. I'm in the dark now, too fatigued to flick on the lights. I am updated on today's football highlights and have "researched" IMDb to the point of a mildly thumping headache. You are now reading the words of an expert on: who & what is cool according to Stephen King; the scariest movies according to William Friedkin; the history of Texas Chainsaw Massacre (not really based on a true story) and its actors; the making of The Lovely Bones and how it will differ from the novel; birthdates of and random facts about Daniel Day-Lewis, his wife Rebecca Miller, Jason Miller (no relation to Rebecca) and his son Jason Patric (grandson of Jackie Gleason). Don't ask me how I connected any of those dots.
The bottom line is my butt hurts, my eyes are straining, our laundry is being neglected, I have no clue what we'll eat for dinner tonight or do in class next week, and all for no good reason. I have done exactly ZERO tasks of importance today (beside picking up my daughter but I had to be dragged away from the Cowboys game to do it, and I grouched a little for her to hurry so we could get back. To the couch).
But TOMORROW, tomorrow I have big plans - walking around a lake, chatting with girlfriends, surely there will be snacks and gossip and tea (oh my). Then I'll finish the laundry, figure out dinner menus, and plan some speech & poetry lessons. And achieve world peace.