dinosaurus

Bored. The Boy's at work, which leaves me to chill at home, which I really don't have a problem with. I could be using this precious alone time to my advantage, get some writing done, or hell, clean the bedroom, but meh. After working 6 (fucking) hours, I really don't feel motivated to do much of anything. But then, I'm a lazy fuck.

I think I'll put away my laundry. Ah-- put on some tunes, and DANCE DANCE DANCE, ahem, while putting away my laundry. Genius!