I don't want to do stuff today. However, I have been putting off doing stuff for weeks. This is why my room is 4 feet deep in clean clothes and my living room floor has an inch of dirt on it. I swear, Lyn is going to move out if I don't start doing something soon. Or the neighbours will revolt at the sight of my lawn. Bah. Doing stuff sucks.
Last night, I slept. And slept. I woke up briefly at 7am and despite me telling myself I would get up the first time I woke up slightly coherant, I just couldn't see getting up at 7am. It's just wrong. So, I slept until 1045 when the dog woke me up. Then I moved to the couch and slept til 1230. All in all, it was a great morning. I did get somethings done. I walked the dog to the library to drop off a book. And then I had breakfast.
I have a list in my head of things I need to do. Dishes, vacuuming, a bit of luandry (I need clean sheets - the dogs brought in a ton of dirt and mud with all the rain we've been having) and then I need to head to Dad's and learn how to pay all his bills. It should be great fun.
I really just want to watch TV.