I cleaned the kitchen, cleaned both bathrooms, did all the laundry (ALL the laundry), spray-painted some wine bottles to use as vases, went to Home Depot and got everything on my list including shit like fencing and potting soil and other things with which I have no experience, went to the Salvation Army and filled a bag with knick-knacks for $11.19, went to Trader Joe’s and got lemons and apples and kale and fresh flowers, vacuumed my entire condo, broke down and recycled all the cardboard boxes from the move (1.5 months ago), and planted some flowers and herbs in their planter boxes. This is all most unlike me.
And now I’m going to drink a great deal of red wine and eat some soup and it’s going to be fucking amazing.
So it turns out the secret to having an insanely productive day is to 1) toss back a 5-hour Energy right when you first wake up, 2) set Pandora to the Major Lazer station, and 3) forget you already had a 5-hour Energy and take another one.
I have replaced my sex life with online shopping.
Running through white neighborhoods (by Eric Dunn)
I hate to admit respect for Tywin Lannister. But that walk up the stairs and that deadpan “We could arrange to have you carried” was masterly.