--Converted my previously immaculate room into the aftermath of a tornado, overnight
--Became addicted to the original Star Trek
--Refrained from seeing (nonexistant) friends or even exiting my room, which has acquired a stale scent and a light aura of despair
Sounds pretty good. It is now time to vegetate on my bed and eventually fall asleep, one hand resting on my laptop keyboard, the other clutching a miscellaneous food/drink item.
Like this, but less adorable.
On a side note, in my attempt to look for images with which to supplement this post, I discovered that “vegetating” is also something fingers and toes do when they grow fungus and want to scare you.