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I managed to be at home for over a week and had nothing to show for it. Nothing.

Well, my taxes are done, but I don't really count that as an act of heroism. At least, not yet-anyways.

I didn't read any fabulous manifestoes.
I didn't construct any amazing manuscripts.
I produced not one work of art.
I barely posted on this here blog.
I didn't clean and organize a closet like they tell you to in those fancy "organize your life" magazines.

I am very disappointed in myself. I rested, caught a cold (thanks J) and generally kept the couch (and the Bean) occupied. Shame Shame.