So, all day on Monday I look forward to going to yoga after work — and I want you guys to understand that I’m GENUINELY EXCITED about it. I’m HANGING OUT for yoga. I LIKE yoga. I’m gonna get bendy and stretchy, and eat a healthy dinner that will provide enough leftovers to save me lunch money, and I’m gonna work on the A-story for After, and then I’m gonna go to bed and sleep the sleep of the satisfied and nutritionally sound.
And then it gets to be 5:30 and my brain is like, ‘you know what would be WAY better than all that stuff? Eating a McChicken while watching Jericho IN YOUR PAJAMAS.’