I had high expectations that when the television season wrapped up, I would get lots of useful things done. I would read some of my non-fiction books. I would work on stained glass. I would clean house. I would finish house projects.
I don't think I watch an excessive amount of television. I watch Castle, Eureka, Lost Girl, both NCIS, The Big Bang Theory, The Finder, Fringe, and Supernatural. I have the TV on for noise when I am working around the house.
But still, the time spent on television could be spent more productively. Couldn't it?
So as I drove into work today I was all fired up about what I could do when I got home.
As I drove home from my desk job, my enthusiasm waned. My brain was fuzzy, my neck ached from hunching over my computer.
When I walked into the door, my ambition vanished. Which is why I am now typing this, reading The Bloggess, and catching up on Twitter.
That's useful, isn't it?
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