Last night I suddenly found myself with an extra 2 hours of unscheduled time on my hands. My mind jumped from unfinished project to unfinished project: “I could sort out the clothes that are going to Goodwill, I could get a house plant, I could drop off the recycling and finally pick up an extension cord at the store, because god that black cord stretching along my dining room wall is so damn ugly. Speaking of the dining room, I could go grab paint supplies and paint the chair rail, and while I’m there I can get stuff to make a giant D’ni clock on my living room wall (which, by the way, I’ve wanted to do forever and will be indescribably amazing if I ever get it done.)”
So, what did I actually do?
I drove home, changed into my sweaties, and watched 2 hours of Stargate: SG1 on Hulu. (To my credit, I did sort socks too.)
I was going to write a diatribe about the conundrum of working enough to afford my own place, and not having enough time to enjoy it. But, really, I think my point here is that I am a slacker, and so can you.
Plus, I can always tell myself I’m just doing research for an asskicking and insightful post about the fact that I made it all the way to Season 4 before seeing a POC that wasn’t an alien or a member of a “primitive” race.