Today I watched 4 episodes of Lost, finished a novel, perused the internet, and laid on my floor. After it was all said and done I gave the day a nod of satisfaction, as if it resembled productivity in some way. I think the satisfaction came from stopping myself at 4 episodes of Lost, as it easily could have been more. Instead I finished The Road and bawled my eyes out. So, I guess the day has been productive in its emotionality.
But really?!! Is this to be my summer? My window of freedom? Am I just going to lay on floors and watch/read other people dealing with heightened drama? Quite possibly. Only tomorrow I think I'll change venues and go to a friend's house.