Friends will be flying into Toronto beginning next Wednesday to partake in Grey Cup festivities. I am currently in my pajamas, housecoat and socks (my winter post-work uniform) listless and completely lacking any motivation when there is lots to do.

I could start cleaning my house. I could finish up the Christmas card making mess I have scattered across my kitchen table and card table. I could get to fixing the vent on the bathroom ceiling that is posed to fall off and give me a concussion. I could bring our patio furniture in and put it into storage. I could compile the grocery list of things I'm going to need to stock up on for aforementioned guest arrival. I could go through the stack of mail/bills/receipts sitting on my desk. I could wrap the Christmas presents I have bought (80% of xmas shopping completed) so that I can coerce aforementioned friends into taking things back to Regina for me. I could look for a different outdoor activity for DVPA tomorrow (Daily Vigorous Physical Activity -- 20 minutes everyday) since the class I have been in (multiple day assignment) has played the same game the last 2 days and should be bored of it but I think they are as uninspired as me thus they think they still like our old game....

Seriously, am I going to do any of this?? Nah. I think I'll just go bug N. He seriously screwed up the PVR (it cut off the last 15 minutes of House from Tuesday) and this event has seriously thrown off my entire evening. Does guy with huge head growth get his surgury? Does Plastic Surgeon guy with a cheating problem really get fired? Was House right all along or was Plastic/Cheat guy right? And if Plastic/Cheat guy was right -- did House know and just decide to dick him around in true House fashion? See!! See!! It's N's fault I lack motivation to do anything productive. I needed that last 15 minutes of House.

Yes, I am this lame.

On a TV note, I want to say that tonight I decided Private Practice is not worth my couch sitting time. Worst. Episode. Ever.