I MUST Write. MUST.

It's true. Yesterday was a wash. I couldn't make myself do anything I needed to do. And that sucks.

But then I think that everybody needs a break every now and again, and I should forgive myself for accomplishing absolutely nothing yesterday. I mean, heck, I only procrastinated because I knew I could get away with it. And today is a new day.

So. Here's the plan. I'm going to make a detailed to-do list, complete with how long each task is likely to take. And then I'm going to try to get the things on that list done. It's really the only way.

(All I want to do is to go back to bed. Or lay around and watch TV. I must fight these impulses.)