I meant to be productive. Truly. That was the plan. Sit in my pajamas until 3 PM, write coverage, and watch the Olympics. But around 1, I had fallen totally under the spell of my blinking cursor, and by 2 my eyelids were heavy, my senses dulled, as I slowly slowly slowly TiVoed through women's volleyball, unable to care.
It wasn't until around 4:30 that I realized I had a problem. After a shower and some tea, we were back in business.
Slowly, though. And with the weight of a wasted day on my shoulders.
Number 2: Bigger is better
"Should we get the $17 bottle of Captain Morgan?"
"Alien vs. Predator is only ninety minutes long."
"So the $10 bottle?"
"It'll fit better in my purse."
Sadly, we were all sobering up pretty well before the big exciting climax. Though definitions of sober vary. I wasn't giggling in an insane fashion at that point. More's the pity.
Number 3: Food is awesome
On Sunday, I demonstrated my comprehension of Lesson #1, and went to a cafe to drink coffee and write the coverage I didn't write on Saturday. And it was going well, I was on my first refill and making real progress...
And then I fell into a funk.
A deep funk.
A depressive funk.
A long dark tunnel with no end in sight.
I called a friend, to whine and complain about said funk, and found myself realizing, mid-sentence: "Huh. Coffee isn't food. I should eat food. Perhaps breakfast. Or lunch."