more people are killed by donkeys annually than are killed in plane crashes

okay so at around 5pm today I was feeling pretty accomplished. Since waking up at 10am, I had managed to not go for a run, not go swimming and not go to the gym - to actually go against my concious 'sensible' thoughts must be an achievement in itself right? On top of that major feat, I had also made my bed (well, I sit here now, at 11.33pm and the pillows are still to be cased, all five of them...) which, although it may seem trivial to, well let's face it, anyone, is quite a big job for me. You see, I can barely manage to keep my balance when standing on level ground. "Why on earth weren't you on level ground?" you're probably thinking...well my bedroom is quite spectacularly messy, I really mean that. It lacks floorspace in the first place due to my insisting on keeping a HUGE bed slap bang in the middle of the room despite the fact that I only ever sleep on one half of it (it is technically two single beds pushed together and if I sleep in the middle, I regularly find myself waking up in a gap between the beds which has occurred due to my crazy wriggly sleeping habits) and this little available floorspace is covered in goodness knows what, mostly clothes... Because of this little detail, I have to stand on my bed if I want to get anywhere fast in this room (getting ready in a rush involves a lot of running across the bed, it's so much quicker than going around). Sounds silly but it works. The biggest problem with this, otherwise flawless, routine is that my house has crazily low ceilings, and they have horrible little spikes all over them, so quite often I bash my head and it is not nice! Anyway, stamping about on top of a bed which is prone to sliding apart, a tad perplexed, oh and inside a huge duvet cover trying to find the corners took quite a long time (the act being described in this sentence is in fact the covering of my duvet). So yes, I felt a genuine sense of achievement when I had done with this. Back to my point, it's 5pm, I feel quite accomplished, then I look back at what I have actually done all day - avoided doing exercise and (half) made a bed, it doesn't sound so good when you put it that way? Well whatever way you put it, I have still done no school work for tomorrow. I predict a fun filled free period first thing tomorrow spend murdering my poor little writing hand in the library...good thing I don't take any essay subjects.