I dunno, but not doing anything remotely productive comes to mind, which, coincidently, is what I did today, which was first day off in nearly a month. Absolutely. Nothing. Productive.

My next day off is this coming Saturday. Maybe I’ll walk the NCR Trail. It’s 11:30, and, having accomplished absolutely nothing today (with the possible exception of having gotten high off catnip), this blogger is going to bed.

I’m getting geared up to begin my first Lego project since I finished that seven-foot-tall castle in my living room (and, uh, no, the castle isn’t being demolished for pieces). Something I’ve been interested in building since even before I had an interest in building Hogwarts, I wanted to build a starship, although the details of what kind of ship were always a little vague and hazy (and still are, truthfully).

Anyway, I think it’ll probably make a nice summer project. What I’d really like to do is something I didn’t do with Hogwarts — a complete, detailed interior which is also, and here I face the most difficult aspect of the design — accessible, as well. In any case, I’ve found concept-art from here that I’m using as my “model” (it won’t be to that scale), although, like Hogwarts, I’m building from scratch — no plans, no designs, just a rough idea and a more pressing need to keep everything symmetrical (I do think it would be neat to have a shuttle “airlock” like the one on the Sulacco in Aliens).

I think I’m going to document this build more than I did with Hogwarts. Speaking of which, if you’re new to this blog and are asking yourselves, “Wait, this dude built a 7-foot-tall Lego Hogwarts?” You should just click here. And the answer is “Yes. Yes I did.”

Today, I want, in no particular order to eat, a bowl of ice-cream, an order of General Tso’s chicken with a side of pork-fried rice, a club sandwich, and an order of chicken wings.

“But … Snay … you’re on a diet!”

I know, I know, but guess what? My appetite, long absent, is back! This is good news because in addition to my throat feeling good-as-new and my mind feeling unsluggish and my nose not running, it means that I have overcome my illness — perhaps due to the best night’s sleep I can remember? — and have recovered. I feel like a new man. (I do have an occasional killer cough, though).

(And I just remembered I started a load of clothes in the wash last night and never moved ‘em to the dryer. Gonna have to get to that).

My current weight is two-hundred and twenty-two pounds, which, you’ll recall, is what I weighed last week. I’m a little disappointed — surely one side benefit of being sick and barely eating is that I should’ve lost weight.

It’s such a beautiful day out. I mean, I don’t know for sure it is, I’m typing this from my bed, looking at my bedroom blinds which aren’t doing much to hold the daylight from streaming in — don’t get me wrong, that’s very very good. I like sunlight. Sunlight is teh good. Sunlight indicates that outside it’s a beautiful day. Meanwhile, the furthest I’ve gone from the bed is to the toilet, so once I get showered and dressed I figure I’ll find out for myself.

I need to motivate myself to get out of bed. I’ve got the whole day off today. Today is, in fact, my first day off of both jobs since April 25th. Whatever I can be accused of, not working a lot isn’t one of them. (Most people take days off when they first get sick, not after they’re done being sick. Hah).

I’m house sitting for one of my ex-college professors. That’s the wrong expression. I’m going over to her house four times while she’s away to water her cats, feed her fish, and change the plants’ filter. Er. Well, those are what her instructions said to do. I suppose it makes more sense than watering the fish. (I joke). Anyway, she lives in Guilford, so that’s at least an hour, afterwards I need to swing up to work, collect my paycheck, and get it deposited. I need to do that, but thinking on it, I don’t think I will — I’ve been in the Franchise every day since April 25th and I simply don’t want to go in there today. So I won’t. Bah them.

Anyway, it’s 10:12, and I’m off to get a shower. Suck it, cubicle slaves!