Have not been productive at all today. At least not in the traditional sense.
Productivity depends on the end goal, n'est-ce pas?
My end goal was to have all of my assignments done tonight so that I could get a good night's sleep and wake up early tomorrow, ready to face my laundry list of destinations.
Instead I did a different kind of laundry. The real kind. And cooked (sweet potato fries, kale chips and more kale chips), cleaned, and frogged around en ligne. I had my heart broken over cancer stories. I became depressed over my lack of romantic affairs. And I wondered if I'd ever get married, be skinny or have a job.
This wasn't the kind of productivity I intended, but I suppose I cannot un-live the day. I must march forth-- and maybe accomplish at least one tangible thing!
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