I’m the king of procrastination; due in the next couple days: one boring-ass report and one life-sucking review.

Hence, I decided to do that from home and have until now: unpacked two suitcases, undertaken the herculean task to do my laundry from the last couple months, sorted my shoes, vacuumed most of the second floor, cooked lunch, done the dishes, stacked most of the tower of inane (dead-wood) mail from the last 3 months (and trashed all the junk mail from belastingadviseurs), and taken out what seems like a metric fuck-ton of trash.

In conclusion: if used correctly, postponed soul-sucking tasks can be a Britney-sent blessing in disguise.