I told myself I had to work for at least an hour, to prove that I'm not a complete slacker. I put on my painting clothes, and trudged downstairs. Turned on some tunes, and started painting the top of the bookshelves. Next thing I knew, it was 11pm, and I was exhausted. Voila! Newly painted walls!!!
By the way, I have paint ALL OVER MY BODY.
Clearly, when you're a crazy painting freak, things get a little messy.