It's one of those days.

Where you just feel bored, lazy, bored and lazy. Bruno Mars' song just about sums it up. You know, I've never actually been a fan of his. Oh, don't get me wrong. He wasn't bad. He just didn't appeal to me. Oh well. Lazy song was cool though. Anyway, for the fun of it, and because I am perilously fond of procrastination, I shall type up a random post that has nothing to do with stories. Hey an author-or aspiring part-time one- deserves a break too you know.

Hmm. I wonder what you would call this day, a day when the weather is the perfect balance of warm and cool, the sun has gone down, your home smells deliciously of chocolate and your hair smells like butter. You sit on the soft, carpeted lounge and just dream. You know you have things to do. But you are just not doing them. You know you want to sleep, but you can't be bothered to move. 

I know, I have just described an extremely couch potato-ish, lazy day. But honestly, what would you call it?? Snoozeoffbrain day? Lol. This is extremely pointless.