What a week!

My week of solitude is almost over. And it turns out, I'm way more productive with the family in town. For example, this week . . .

I did not learn to play barre chords on my guitar.
I did not get a haircut, even though I really need one.
I did not eat a vegetable, unless you count tomato sauce.
I did not get my driver's license or my register the Subarus with the fine state of Oregon.
I did not get anywhere near enough work done, despite staying in the office until 8 every night.
I did not finish any of the DVDs I rented, because I have the attention span of a gnat.
I did not eat all of the Girl Scout cookies, despite my best efforts.
I did not clean the dog poop out of the backyard, or wash the floors, or do any laundry. (The basement scares me.)

The list of things I did is much shorter:

I did crash Judybat's Mac five times trying to play SimCity 4.
I did finish the brownies she left me.
I did finish the Heineken.
I did finish the pizza.
I did break down and take a Tylenol Sinus at work even though I'm probably not supposed to do my job stoned.
I did drink my weight in coffee.
I did turn on a Madonna CD and dance around the house half-dressed.

The dogs HATE that, by the way.