The "What Are You Doing This Moment" Thread

Currently sporting a red wine hangover from the depths of hell. Went out for dinner at a friend's last night and don't remember leaving. Woke up on the lounge room floor at 6.30am. Was supposed to work today. It's now nearly 1pm and I've tried unsuccessfully to get out of bed once. My head feels like someone scooped my brain out and played football with it for a few hours. The wife is at work. I might be dead by the time she gets home.
 
Mega lazy day. Just bought a new potted plant to feel productive, sansaveria are supposedly indestructible so we'll see how that goes. I already put all my dinosaur and snake figurines in its soil. Old plant couldn't hang.

My mom's goin to florida and gonna keep her eyes out for a saguaro for me. That's been our goal for months, even have a barrel-looking pot to put it in. Hard to find a decent saguaro in the mitten.
 
Not much, just sold my new guitar for 50 dollars. It was not a bad guitar and I did not pay to much and know she ripped me off, but I really needed some cash. oh well and life goes on...
 
Spent the morning ripping out carpet. For some reason there were a ton of razor blades under the carpet.

I'm drunk right now but I know the answer. As they were cutting the carpet to fit, it quickly dulls razor blades. They were most likely just being lazy and left them under the carpet.

I'm drinking tequila and apple juice because I don't know why the fuck. My lady talked me into renting Unfriended and Jesus fucking Christ this is awful beyond awful.
 
Listening to Brahms and procrastinating finishing up the rough draft of my Fulbright grant essay.

I went out with a Russian girl I haven't spoke with in a few months earlier this evening. We were supposed to see Baltimore's orchestra perform Rachmaninoff's second piano concerto, but because it was opening night for the season, student rush tickets weren't available and $100 for two tickets was more than I wanted to pay. It was a good Costanza moment. We went to dinner instead. Her accent is really thick, so conversations can be difficult, but she reads Dostoevsky, so who cares.