I've had the last two weeks off (thanks, grad school!), but I have to go back to work tomorrow. Today, I planned to go to the gym, buy groceries, do my laundry, and make dinner for a friend. Instead, I made a snowman, had sex, canceled on my friend, and ate most of a bag of dried apricots for dinner because I didn't make it to the grocery store and I'm out of food. I want to justify the lack of laundry/gym/groceries to myself by saying, "But crazy arctic vortex! It's cold!" But since I went out and played in the snow, I don't think that excuse flies.

How have you blown off adulthood in the post-holiday malaise? Please, let me take solace in our shared failure.