Adam Jones vs the Staycation: Part 1

This morning I awoke from a dream where I was at a drunken con party and I was being hit on by a woman in a 19th century ball gown and sunglasses, who was also a midget. So, you know... I knew it was going to be a pretty bitchin' day.

I decided to start off my staycation with a day of Grand Cleansing. 

I shaved.

I showered.

I did my laundry.

I washed my dishes.

I dusted my surfaces. 

I cleaned my kitchen.

I vacuumed my carpet. 

I even meditated and drank a lot of juice, so it was like a triathlon of cleanliness. 

Then, in an effort to balance out that much productivity, I was compelled to binge-watch Constantine. I have to say, I like the show so far, but I'm getting pretty tired of spending 10 minutes every episode on the following exchange: 

Everyone but Zed: Hey, you should leave for your own safety.

Zed: Nuh uh.

Everyone but Zed: Are you sure? You're very likely to die horrifically.

Zed: Nope. 

Everyone but Zed: Oh, okay... I guess. We'll check back next week.

Zed: I have a mysterious past. 

So yeah, I feel like I'm off to a pretty good start. Feeling better already.