So basically every day I have been working diligently at getting something off my list of shiz-to-do, being a productive motherfucker and getting stuff done. I have no problem with that, in fact, I generally encourage that. I work hard, I play hard. No harm, no foul. I'm not afraid of working hard.

Today I did absolutely nothing worthy of note or very productive in any sense or fashion. I sat around and laughed at the Internet the majority of the day. It was nice to take a break. I rarely take one of those.

But, nose to the grindstone tomorrow. I have like, 4 icons I need to do tomorrow.
YIFF YAFF YOFF