Sloth

I dunno why, but I just feel like crawling back in bed. I'm not tired still, really, but bed just kinda sounds like a nice place to be. I woke up with pain in my neck and shoulders – I must have slept on it wrong – and I'm kind of cold and bed just seems real nice. Drag the laptop … put it on the TV tray … hmmm… I just don't know. Probably better stay away from bed. That just screams “day of sloth!”

I'm watching Get Packing while I work. Two guys (or girls) snoop through a girl's (or guy's) apartment and pack a suitcase for her (or him) to take on a trip. Best suitcas gets girl (or guy) and trip. It's a sort of good show. But they have “coaches” that help the contestants pack. And there's this one called Janet. She's “fashion consultant” who usually shows up lookign like a hooker and is so freaking opinionated and rude and overbearing I want to reach into the TV screen and ring her fake-baked neck. The other thing about the show is in that the 20 or so I've watched, I think I've only seen one episode where the pair have any interest in hearing from each other after they go on the little trip. That's pretty sad.