When I came home from school yesterday, I just went to the couch and stayed there. Ugh. I have lots of things I could do when I’m at home, but I don’t want to do them.
Last night, the things that were glaring at me were small things that would only take a minute or so. Why don’t I just do them?
I did sicken myself enough to at least reset my clocks (after having a power outage yesterday morning), and do some dishes. But I couldn’t quite bring myself to re-assemble the dried contents of my wallet (after accidentally putting it in the washing machine).
Maybe today. Or this weekend.