* skipped the gym
* ate frozen Cool-Whip out of the container
* inserted 1000 words of Pure Evil™ into a new story
* chased a FOUR INCH LONG centipede around the kitchen until I finally cornered it and then smashed one of my favorite bowls onto its back - the bowl broke in two, and yet THE CENTIPEDE STILL LIVED
* named the centipede Herbert, gave it control of my kitchen
* ate more frozen Cool-Whip
Now it's time for solitaire!