Cooked for two hours for no reason other than boredom and a desire to use up all the random fruits and vegetables we had in our fridge.
Tried to stretch, but then I fell off the couch, so I lay half-on, half-off the couch for several minutes, trying to figure out if my laptop would break if I dropped it trying to move it off my legs, which were still on the couch.
Cried for no apparent reason. (Was it because I was sad I killed one of my characters in my novel off? Was it because I was tired? The world may never know.)
Washed all the dirty dishes which nobody else in my house seems to want to clean. (C’mon, friends. This will go so much easier if we just work together.)
Worked on some paintings for an upcoming show.
Cried again at a really touching commercial.
Wrote this mess of a blog post so I could look at all the things I’ve accomplished today, before realizing that I didn’t do enough for this to be satisfying.