august 18, 2001. Ahh, lazy Saturdays. I really should be doing something productive right now. Like tidying the house. Or packing for tonight's b&b experience. Or buying hair dye. Or copying out one of my anniversary presents to the Boy. Or completing my registration package from the Good Ship Education. Or taking a mental inventory of the fridge and figuring out what we absolutely need to eat this week before it turns bad. "Our expiration dates are up! We can do ANYTHING!!" - milk & cheese (they do as they please) Or at least figuring out why I bothered to spend hours last night & today redesigning old photo pages of Dirk playing Jesus Christ that used to live on my now-defunct personal web site. Ehh, whatever. It's Saturday. I've been exhausted for the past 2 weeks and the house won't die if there's newspapers strewn all over the living room floor. Besides, I made cookies yesterday. We were supposed to go to a potluck work barbecue last night, but the Boy unexpectedly came home from work without a car, which leaves us effectively house-bound for the weekend. It also means that I had 4 dozen oatmeal-coconut-cinnamon-brown sugar-etc. cookies sitting on my counter. Which when you think about it, isn't such a bad thing. But it's certainly not helping my body image issues. Just think, if I actually did something today, I might need the energy of a good cookie. Sloth is saving my ass once again. this time 3 years ago: us chix with low self-esteem