I have realized that I need the hypothetical carrot at the end of the stick. For every responsible thing I do I should get to do two three spontaneously gratifying (and irresponsible?) things. For example: "Did the laundry? Now you get to take a break, eat everything in the fridge, and shave your neighbor's cat." Whatever you feel like.

In celebration of Valentine's I listened to T.Rex Bon Jovi, bought goodwill armchairs, and looked at the woman in the moon. She is smokin' hot.

For all you lovers out there: The Magic Numbers.
For everyone else: Night Ranger, live in 1985.