Have you ever had one of those days where you wonder where the hours went? I had one of those today. I had intended to get up and get some serious work done on the blog designs. That didn't happen. I had intended to vacuum and steam clean the carpet. That didn't happen either. I had intended to return all my Entrecard drops. That hasn't happened yet, although--fingers crossed--I'm going to try to get it done during the commercials for Monk and Psych.I wish I had a great excuse as to why I have accomplished very little today, but I don't. I made the bed, but that only took a few minutes. I listened while my nephew told me about the Batman game he had rented for the Wii, but that only took about 30 minutes. I paid two bills and went to Arby's. Again, those things didn't take all day. What did? I have no idea.
Sometimes I wish I was like my chihuahua. He can go from mopey-dopey to acting like he is hyped up on diet pills in two seconds flat. All he needs is a bone or piece of cheese to motivate him. Meanwhile, you can wave all the diary products in the world in front of me, and I still won't have his energy. I guarantee you that, if I did, this house would stay spotless, I would write about 20 posts a day, I would have read every unread book in my house, and I would be training for the Boston Marathon. Okay, maybe I wouldn't do the last one, but that's only because I tend to get side stitches when I run. However, I would consider walking in a 5K or taking a kickboxing class.
Tomorrow I'm getting something accomplished. Seriously, I am.
