In which I accomplish virtually nothing whatsoever.

I had plans to get some shit done this weekend, but The Curseâ„¢ arrived and I decided to be lazy instead.

I watched a bunch of classic Doctor Who. I ate hash browns with gravy, a weird and completely non-nutritious dish I get occasional cravings for. I knitted. I made a big mess on my bedroom floor with all my knitting stuff:

I napped. I walked the dog. There was a trip with Teh BF to Berny’s Tacos for dinner at some point.

I tried on one of my saris, but didn’t manage to bust out the ironing board and sewing machine to alter it as I’d meant to do. Right now the sari in question is in a big messy pile, and it still has no pleats and no hem.

I did do some yoga on Saturday, and I did meditate.

I did not work on the bento article for the paper, nor did I make and photograph any bentos for said article.

I did not fill up my cute set of travel bottles with shampoo, conditioner, moisturizer, or what have you, in preparation for Dallas on the 26th.

I did not launder anything.

I did not bathe. I did not shave my legs. I did pluck my eyebrows, though… at one in the morning, because I’d slept in and napped and couldn’t sleep.

The band guy did not call, and I did not go to an audition.

The slovenliness even seeped into the work week, because even though I’m expecting a package I did not go to the post office today.

Conclusion: I did not do more than I did do.