So winter basically sucks. People who survive the winter months in Utah with Seasonal Affective Disorder should get a medal, parade, and pizza trophy. There were a lot of days when I didn't feel like getting out of bed. There were a lot of days when I didn't. I'd lay in bed, sometimes sleeping, sometimes watching random movies on Netflix, wanting to run away or sleep forever.
I probably wouldn't have gotten out of bed at all today if my friend Kerri hadn't texted me randomly to tell me about a weird dream she'd had. We texted back and forth for a little while and I mentioned not being motivated to do anything today. She expressed a similar sentiment.
I made a decision.
"Kerri," I said, "skip class and come over to my apartment and we'll watch Disney movies all day and eat French toast."
"I have to see if I can afford to miss a quiz today."
"In eighty years will we wished we had gone to class or been awesome instead?" And, because I know her weakness, I added, "The French toast will be from Kneaders and I'm buying."
Really she didn't need much persuading, but that cinched it.
So I did the dishes, semi-cleaned up the living room, Kerri came over, we ate some French toast, watched Pinocchio (messed up as heck) and Lilo and Stitch (hilarious), her boyfriend decided to join the party and then we all ate BLTs (and now my clothes and apartment smell like bacon- score!), did some reading for school while laying outside in the glorious sunshine (and listening to Kerri memorize her neuroscience stuff), and took a nap on my couch while Kerri bought strawberry plants and brought me a frozen yogurt.
I even made it to my last class of the day at five (where I am currently sitting, kind of listening to the lecture/discussion about the Harlem Renaissance). Ironically I got more stuff done today than I would have if I'd decided to buckle down and work.
And you know what?