No, of course not.
I was heading to the kitchen just before nine o'clock tonight, looking for something for dinner. (It's 8 F outside, and I don't feel like going out in that.) And I was feeling kind of down on myself. I was thinking "God, I just puttered around all day. I didn't do crap today."
"...oh, well, I got those reports done for Friday."
"...and I set up three meetings for next week."
"...and talked to N and B about the big project on Wednesday."
"...and dismantled my music set up, and set it up the new way."
"...and rehearsed half my set for next week."
"...and created and sent out the artwork for T."
"...and responded to all my emails that I hadn't gotten to in the past two weeks."
"...and shampooed the hallway rug, and did two loads of laundry, and did the dishes."
It's almost surreal how much stuff I did today, all while thinking to myself how little I'd done today.
Dinner is toasted corn Doritos and sugar-free Grape Kool-Aid, because I'm apparently still seven years old.
Lex