Guess what I did today?!

Absolutely nothing. I was such a bum. I did zero schoolwork. I didn't even clean my room. Why is lazing around on the weekends so much fun? Why does it always feel better to do absolutely nothing as opposed to doing the things you need to?

Things I actually accomplished today:
1) Went to church
2) Ate lunch AND dinner (a rarity for me)
3) Made Sarah a dream pie (think lots of chocolate and a graham cracker crust)
4) Washed my swimsuit and towel for class tomorrow
5) Helped Sarah calm down during a panic attack thus ending the attack faster than expected.

I think that's it. And this is just to make me smile. :)