Dammit, RELAX!

Last night, I must have written a "to do" list for my day off. Well, I guess I did, because it is right here staring at me on my desk on a wrinkled piece of lined paper, presumably something I wrote on set and took out of my bag in a tired/buzzed stupor last night.

1. Pay Credit Card
2. Pay DirecTV bill
3. Do Laundry
4. Relax

I guess this is one of those moments where I can say "I know I am busy and overworked if..." I not only have to tell myself to relax in my head, but I have to physically write it down somewhere.

As far as relaxation goes, today has been a great day off. I have relaxed by doing the following:

1. Organizing my cluttered closet (aka having my neighbor lift a very heavy box- that has been beside my dresser, on the floor, for over a year- onto a very high shelf in my closet)
2. Going shoe shopping (thank you for saving me money, ZooShoo.com, I will be the proud owner of a pair of nude pumps and taupe boots in about a week). That totally relaxed me. God, I am such a girly girl it kills me sometimes.
3. Doing laundry

While organizing my closet, however, I picked up this paper bag that I guess I haven't touched for a very long time. It was full of prizes from the sex toy party I had at my first apartment in LA. I threw it out. I mean, come on,  who needs a car air freshener in the shape of a man's genitals? Not me. Oh damn, I should have asked if any of you wanted it before I threw it out. My bad.

Therapy time (folding laundry and Lady Gaga).