I didn't do much this weekend: I helped mom fix the house up and hung up tons of artwork around our living room, helped my aunt buy a new computer to replace her broken one, talked to Sam only a little. Most importantly, though, I had a really good sunday with my mom, woke up early every day, and was relaxed. Today, I woke up early, got ready on my own time, and had a nice (kind of hot) trip to the office, and am feeling productive. I read on
Lifehack somewhere about a "one-sentence journal". Where's the fun in that? Write scores of sentences! Write whole biographies every day! That's fun. Then when you look back at it you'll have a wealth of time-machine-like information to look back on. I've always been bad at keeping journals and also have always been forgetful. That's not a very complementary pair of things to be.
I wanna make a lot of progress today on my project, I really do, so I'm going to stop this here.