I usually start my Saturday (or Sunday) with good intentions, a list full of the things I want to accomplish. Wash and vacuum the car, catch up on my writing and reading, organize my books. Learn Spanish. Study JFK photographs and join the conspiracy. Research reincarnation.
What do I end up doing?
Me: Oh, I’ll watch one episode of House and then hop in the shower and get my day started.
Me: Hmmm…that was a good episode. Oh look, I have 20 seconds before the next one starts. Oooooh. This upcoming episode looks good too. Okay, I’ll watch this episode and then get going.
12 hours later and I’m still in my pajamas, my lap is a pit of peanut butter pop tart crumbs, I can’t remember if I’ve brushed my teeth yet and damn you, Netflix, stop describing the next episode of House to me because I will sit there and I will watch it. But I’m out of pop tarts and my teeth are feeling kind of fuzzy and oh shit, it’s almost midnight.
One more episode wouldn’t hurt……