I sometimes hate myself a little bit because, when my SO is on call all night, I tell myself I'm going to be so organized. I'm going to get shit done around the house, I'm going to maybe do some grocery shopping, or at least plan meals for the week, do some tidying, read a few chapters in my book, get a bit of an early night... And 9 times out of 10, what do I end up doing?

Staying up until 11 fucking around on the internet, and saying loading the dishwasher and running a load of towels through counts as "getting shit done around the house."

I'm going to bed.