I got off work, talked to my stepmom, folded laundry, cleaned my room, shredded junk mail, biked to the store to buy a light, nourishing dinner, paid a bill, wrote a letter, and took out the trash. It was a five-hour frenzy of productivity, I only paused a few times to smoke a cigarette, and it was all on four hours' sleep. Oh, and I read a bitchy story about Laura Bush in last month's Vanity Fair somewhere in there, too.
That was my night.
I want a gold star, but I guess I'm having it right now in the form of a whiskey and water. Ting!