Why do people ask me if I did anything exciting during the weekend? What - like I’m over here running a marathon or going clubbing. Dude, I’m old and tired. I did laundry and took a nap. That’s what I did.
So apparently some people start one task and finish it instead of starting 50 other things, trying to do them like you’re a squirrel on speed, and then leave them unfinished while you drown your failure in a tub of ice cream and self loathing. … Huh. Interesting.