Emptying out the dishwasher.
Doing my productive stuff in the morning so that I can feel good about spending the entire afternoon playing video games.
The living room being clean after Alex took out the recycling and I vacuumed yesterday and then cleaned the countertops this morning.
Dusting off the piano.
Michelle playing the opening of Rach 2 on the piano while I’m making pizza sauce. Listening to Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concerto no. 2 makes you just go “the piano was made for this!” and feel so satisfied.
Opening up a can of San Marzano tomatoes without the can opener getting stuck or me cutting myself.
The smell of tinned tomatoes. Smells like opening a box of Lou Malnati’s at home in Chicago.
Translating more Chinese from my 食帖 afternoon tea magazine.
Getting eight hours of sleep and feeling refreshed even if yesterday night I stayed up past two and played so much Borderlands 2 with Chris and Pulkit that my whole body was sore from bad posture.
Taking my gigantic Postmodern American Poetry anthology out. Feels like a literary accomplishment already even if I only skim two poems before putting it back.
Journaling for the day.
Listing out current hobbies: Chinese, Japanese, video games with friends, running, Gloomhaven, manga/anime, crosswords, cooking, photography (kinda), piano.
Listing out potential new hobbies: watercolor!!, biking (if I get a bike).
Listing out on-hold hobbies: pottery, swimming (if the apartment ever re-opens the pool), cello, lockpicking (need some actual locks to pick).
Actually writing something even if I’m just copying The Pillow Book (highly recommend just reading an excerpt of that—it’s so funny, so good).
