Today was the first Saturday in about a month where I didn’t have like 2,000 things to do. So I had it all planned out:

• General “screw around” time in the morning
• Long walk once it got dark or, if inspiration struck, slow but longer walk on the treadmill desk + writing
• FALLOUT 3. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW BIG OF AN URGE I HAVE TO PLAY THIS AGAIN ALL OF A SUDDEN
• Drawing!
• “Screw around time”: evening edition

So what did I end up doing?

Sitting uselessly in my chair waiting for my DAMN VISION TO COME BACK THANKS TO AN ALL-DAY MIGRAINE AURA.

Granted, sitting and listening to music is an enjoyable thing to do, and I did get a few ideas for my long story in Fiction (as stupid as they were), but seriously? I had a schedule, brain, you rebellious little fart bucket.

I guess I should be glad, though, that it happened on a day where I didn’t really need to get anything done rather than on a day where I had stuff to do ASAP.

But still.