It’s in the title. The only time I actually think about doing something productive is when I’m doing the complete opposite. I finished work at half ten this morning, having only done a four hour day today, and what did I do?
I borrowed money, made like four batches of rice for myself to eat at work on breaks, and watched numerous films whilst playing the sims. Then I get to bed and start pondering about whether I should do a work out video tomorrow before work, since I’m going on holiday with two twigs! (The film Duff is my life)