I did maybe 20 minutes of weights and went to work. Since then, I've been trying to not comit ritual suicide by trying to ingest my laptop, while wishing I was 20 years younger, rich, married to Drew Barrymore and in a nice snowed in mountain top old school wooden house with a roaring fireplace and nothing but the sound of silence that can procure the abscence of homnid life withing a 5 mile radius.
Besides that, nothing. More of the same tomorrow, and on and on and soforth, till the day I'm 90 and have a heart attack at my desk.