so big.

Today was that day that I did absolutely nothing. That's right, absolutely, positively nothing. It went as follows:
1. Woke up at one o'clock in the afternoon.
2. Walked into my dad's room to see what he was up to.
3. Noticed that he was watching his new, shiny, and very large television.
4. Thought, 'What the heck!?'
5. Proceeded to plop my ass down onto his goose down comforter, and joined in the television watching.
6. Did not move accept for:
a. food
7. Watched many hours of pointless, stupid, mind melting television.

Normally, I would frown upon this behavior, but today I thought nothing of it. In fact, I enjoyed it. And I hate television. But, I still found myself smiling, laughing even, not at what was on the screen, but at myself, the sight of me in the mirror (visible from the bed when the bathroom door is left open) all snugged up in the big pillows and shits.

It was a glorious day.

Tomorrow, I promis to do something.