Woke up at 9:30-ish, was feeling okay (though without constant ibuprofen the wrist hurts a bit) and.... *drumroll* ... THUNDER! Force the pooch out to go to the bathroom, then back to bed with me. This time, I admit, I didn't want to get up. It was nice, just laying there snoozing on and off. And the thought of all the stuff I should be doing drained all the energy right out of me.
But 12:30 is better than 3:30, so I'm making progress, right?
My goal for today is to be able to walk into my office without having to step over anything. Here (against my better judgment) is a picture:

Feel free to make me feel bad about that. Maybe it'll motivate me.
I did accomplish a few things yesterday, like cleaning off my nightstand and dusting the ceiling fan blades, as well as some laundry. Also watched National Treasure 2, which was not as good as the original but still fun at points.
My only goal today is to clean my office, so I'll probably end up doing something completely unrelated. :/
But 12:30 is better than 3:30, so I'm making progress, right?
My goal for today is to be able to walk into my office without having to step over anything. Here (against my better judgment) is a picture:
Feel free to make me feel bad about that. Maybe it'll motivate me.
I did accomplish a few things yesterday, like cleaning off my nightstand and dusting the ceiling fan blades, as well as some laundry. Also watched National Treasure 2, which was not as good as the original but still fun at points.
My only goal today is to clean my office, so I'll probably end up doing something completely unrelated. :/
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Sorry I'm not better at chiding you!
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Anyway, more stuff isn't that great, you end up with rooms like this!
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It's looking a lot better (you can at least see there's a floor, now), but there's a long way to go.
Stupid wrist is worse off than I thought. :/
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