Guy came into my office to put together my new desk at midday. Still in pieces at 5pm. I could've put together twenty Ikea bookshelves in that space of time, FFS.

Thought I'd allowed myself loads of time to crank out two essays.

I really haven't.

Fuck.

Someone gave us a DVD of Dance Moms to watch... we made it through one episode and decided it was tantamount to child abuse. Horrific.

RIP, Starman. You fell to earth and blew our minds before floating away in your tin can far above the world. Planet Earth is indeed blue tonight.

Still no closer to finishing these goddamned essays, but I've done five loads of laundry and cooked up a storm for the week.

Sigh.

I get my groceries delivered, PLUS I get Hello Fresh/Marley Spoon* and yet here I sit on a Saturday night eating muesli and yoghurt for dinner at 9.30pm because I didn't realise the time and now can't be arsed cooking.

This is probably why I don't have kids. They'd starve.

* I change it up. Some weeks I get Hello Fresh, some weeks I get Marley Spoon. Although I'm leaning towards Marley Spoon as the preferred supplier. 

Marginally more productive today than the last few days... but only marginally.

Also, my local post office has been sold out of stamps for four days. How in the actual f--- does something like that happen?! Baffled.