There is something to be said for stretching out in the La-Z-Grrl in your underpants to watch Sex in the City reruns after a long, productive day. It’s even more noteworthy, because dude, long, productive day! Can you believe it? I can’t.
Do you ever start and then completely forget where you were going? Somehow I got into a conversation with a Twitter friend about young Republicans and lost my point. I’m sure it was going to be a good one too.
But I had a long productive day filled with an actual business meeting that I actually got dressed for and actually left the house to attend. It made me feel like a real, live, actual human. Nice. I also upgraded Gideon to Snow Leopard, wrote some stuff that helps pay the mortgage, and well, I can’t seem to remember too much about the morning because it was a long, long time ago.
Now, instead of going to bed and reading a book I sit here and watch Roseanne reruns. I’m sure somewhere this is considered productive.