Today I was productive. Today I broke out the vacuum and went to town. Now I have discovered that when your lazy like I am, simple tasks end up becoming more difficult and dangerous than they should be.
Since I am exceptionally lazy and just felt like vacuuming because I hadn't in a while, I didn't really pick anything up off the floor first. Now I'm lazy, but not that messy. The only things I had on the floor were a pair of shoes and the leg of some pajama pants that were hanging off the bed (yes I wear pajama pants... they're warm).
I started out, everything was going fine, and then the vacuum became a ravenous creature and ate up the pajama pants leg. Before I could stop it, the beast had swallowed half the leg and was starting to choke (serves it right). But in my panic I hurled myself at the on/off button. Normally I have excellent memory and accuracy, but this vacuum is not mine and in my haste I was only guessing at where this button was. All I managed to do was knock the darn thing over and push it further from me.
The pants were almost gone at this point and so I saw only one option left. I started a tug-of-war with the evil beast, and it was surprisingly strong. After several long seconds of pulling back and forth I freed my pantleg... or most of it.
The evil creature had melted a large hole in the nylon. Fed up with myself (and this round being won by my new nemesis Senior Sucko) I decided I was done with that for the day... And those were my best pajama pants...
In other news I spent a good part of the day working on mechanics for a board game. Combining my years of experience with the art of playing games, and my years of experience dreaming that I was an experienced designer, I set to work with a few friends under the best of all auspices... hearing that another friend was designing one and thinking that he was doing it all wrong.
So I set out to out-do my other friend. Yes that's right, rather than help, I compete. This generally assures that no one will complete their task.
The good news is that great progress was made and the game is already almost playable. The bad news is, that just like my writing, this thing will likely get finished, be brilliant, but never get published.
I just need to make sure to make a few copies, send one to Wil Wheaton, and get the thumbs up from that guy before I die.
Two of my life goals are quickly slipping through my hands, at this rate it looks like I'll never be on Top Gear, and if I'm not careful I'll never make it to Tabletop either.
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