What to do...

I got a call from my boss this morning asking me to come in at 1pm rather than my usual 9:30am.

So my morning is completely and utterly free, which brings up the question: what on earth am I going to do with myself for the next few hours?

I could continue the monumental task of trying to organize my room, throwing bags and bags of old stuff away, or I could run out to a salon and get a spontaneous haircut, or I could go out and try to find a copy of a book I need to have read in two weeks, or...

Or I could sit on my bed and blog.

I think you're now aware of all the poor time choices I make.