A nice gray day...

I love a nice gray day. As some of you may know, if it's sunny when I wake up in the morning, I get a bit depressed. Today, the light in my window was conducive to laying in bed until noon, snuggling in the blankets and watching a re-run of "What Not to Wear." And, as an aside, I swear if Clinton Kelly were strait, I'd marry him. Yeah, because his sexual orientation is the only thing that makes that impossible...

Anywho, today I don't have to work until 4:15. Weird time, right? Whatev, I'll happily take a short shift. As everyone knows, the holidays are killing me softly. Okay, so last night, getting ready for bed, I had the best intentions for today. Which follow:

• laundry, at least three loads which have been piling up
• clean bathroom: it's dirty. Not so much Christina Aguilera dirty at this point. It has progressed to Britney dirty. That's bad.
• email people about job openings, esp. tv production and publishing
  
• write letter of intent about management position at my current place of employment
• call the bank to set up yet another savings account
  
• go to Target for necessities and frivolities

What I am actually going to do/have accomplished so far:

• sleep in extremely late due to a Nyquil-induced coma
• watch WNTW
• get ready for the day at an extremely slow pace
  
• type this blog about my shortcomings and perhaps justifiable laziness
• eat sushi
• one load of laundry (if I'm either lucky or feeling industrious)
• call my friend Molly to say 'happy birthday' and 'didn't you just have a baby? how's that going?'

So, there you have it. Sometimes, I just throw caution to the wind and scrap my to-do list. Livin' on the edge, I tell you. Living Dangerously.