Day 22- I Honestly Have No Life

For a combined 6 hours today, I worked on the lyrics book. I completed two albums in the process, but my fourth and little finger on my right hand are killing me.
Picture this: I'm still bushed from staying up so late the night before to finish my quota, that this morning, I "sleep in" for a full hour. I don't actually sleep during that hour, I just lounge around and try to sleep by developing elaborate fantasies surrounding Jason Mewes. (Commitment issues, I have a cycle of 5 guys I make up fantasies around. Jason Mewes is one of them. The other four are: Paul Stanley, Robert Plant, Alice Cooper and Dwight Schultz) Then, after I haul my lazy butt out of bed, I work on album 13/20, and for 3 hours, do not stop writing every one of the demented words Alice Cooper sang.
I skipped out on breakfast to work on it, but ate a snack after I was finished. At noon, my aunt, uncle and little cousin, D'Artagnan, came for a day trip. In an effort to be social, I made an effort to be social. D'Artagnan is only three, so he's all about the trampoline and hockey, even though it was pouring rain all day. When the adults started playing Rick, that's when I gave up and retreated to my bedroom, because when they get started, they can go on for hours. Which they did. On the bright side, I figured out that my portable record/cassette player is actually portable, but requires batteries. To prepare for Ace Frehley's new album coming out on the 15th, I listened to one of his older solo albums, Trouble Walkin'. (I always feel that that song could be used in a war amps commercial. Just replace the word 'am' with 'have' in the chorus)
After that, I went back downstairs in another effort to be social, which fell flat when I was starting to be forced to do chores because I was the one who was there.
I went back upstairs and started today's second album; 14/20, which I also finished. (Whoop, whoop!)
Looking over this post, it is obvious I have no life. 6 hours in one day is ludicrous to spend on anything. That is a literal quarter of my day that I probably wasted. (Then again, what else would I do; read?)