I crawled out of bed for the second time today with the intention of actually getting something done. I am making it a point to try to be productive for at least 30 minutes each day (as opposed to thinking of this time as entirely vacation). I know that sounds lame - most people are productive at least 8 hours each day. But given the choice of reading one of the 15 books I ordered to get me through the summer, playing Pikmin, or cleaning the bathroom, guess what I don't choose? But today was going to be different, I swear.
Unfortunately the head gnome still using his pick axe on my right temple doesn't want me to do anything productive.
EVIL HEAD GNOME: Hahahaha! I FOIL your attempts at productivity today!
ME: I took like seven medicines. Why are you still there?
EVIL HEAD GNOME: Your paltry attempt to destroy me makes me LAUGH! Hahahahaha!
ME: That's not very nice, Evil Head Gnome. Today I had really counted on doing some house work - maybe cleaning the bathroom.
EVIL HEAD GNOME: No - you will instead do my evil bidding.
ME: If by "evil bidding" you mean sitting on the couch with one eye closed and watching Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader, then I'm OK with your evil bidding.
EVIL HEAD GNOME: Oh. Well I'm just going to keep hitting your brain with this pick axe. That's pretty annoying, right??
ME: *Sigh* You win again, Evil Head Gnome.