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
- “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.