What is it with Saturdays?!?

Here's how yesterday was supposed to go:

-Sleep in until 10
-Shower and dress
-Go to Twist for Grand Opening Celebration, win fabulous door prize, knit sweater
-Come home, make dinner, eat, clean kitchen
-Watch new Netflix (Eddie Izzard Definite Article and Lost, season 1, disc 1)
-Go to sleep early in preparation for day of working on Sunday

Here's how yesterday actually went:

-Get home at 12:30 am from Bourne Ultimatum feeling motion sick due to DP's apparent conviction that camera stabilizers are for pussies
-Wake at 11, feeling hung over from motion sickness
-Unload dishwasher in desperate search for clean glasses
-Discover that all glasses in house are dirty and distributed between Bean's room and the Man Den
-Load dishwasher
-Drink water from bowl out of desperation and great thirst
-Ignore odd looks from cats
-Shower and dress
-Fight with husband about antidepressants
-Decide that The Outside World is just better without me in it for today
-Cook and eat entire box of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese
-Hide in dark bedroom (with Netflix)
-Fall asleep during third episode of Lost and dream about being trapped on an island stocked with bottled water