Hurricane Sandy: A Recap

I often complain that all I do is work, so I figured that the hurricane imposed house arrest would be a well deserved and appreciated break. I was all the way wrong. Cabin fever is the absolute worst, paired with all the sleep, I almost died of boredom. I haven't had decent sleep since Saturday night, but that was more like a drunken pass out. I just napped for about 2 hours at a time, then try to figure out what to do with my life, before falling into a lucid standby state of rest for another hour. Its a vicious cycle, punctuated by reality tv marathons and On Demand viewings. I basically turned into Mac. I had an initial excitement about having time off, but I'm so used to my time being filled, that I was bored immediately. I've fallen into a routine of watching all the prime time programming I've missed on Hulu or where ever on Fridays, so watching shows when they originally aired was something so new, that it was weird and I started to doze off part way through. So I actually saw the first three minutes of my shows, and then I lost interest.

The only things I managed to do were maintain homeostasis, eat , learn that Pawn Stars (aka my new obsession) was fake and create a weather control conspiracy theory about the government. I was less than productive. However, I made a long list of things I coulda shoulda woulda done, but didn't:

1. Go on Pottermore, and complete the second book.
2. Finish reading The Mark of Athena.
3. Re-write the second half of The Hunger Games, so that Cato won.
4. Updated my resume.
5. Exercise.
6. Set up my wireless printing in my room.
7. Watch The Goonies, for the first time ever.
8. Started my writing sample.
9. Drink wine and watch Magic Mike.

Instead I did nothing. I was a lazy oaf, who wanted to lay in bed, and watch bad tv while eating Twizzlers. And you know what? I'm okay with that.