This log documents all the things that were going to get done, but didn't. Because, let's be real, who needs to actually do anything when you've got a perfectly good excuse for not doing it at the hand?
A pizza that was left to congeal on the kitchen counter for 3 days. The cheese had formed a crust of its own.
A toy car that was left in the middle of the living room floor, a reminder of a life half-lived.
A bookshelf that was never actually read from, but still looks like it was just a moment ago.
A potential that was never realized, because who needs to be realized when you've got Netflix?