I could have sworn today was Thursday!
A friend is supposed to stop by today. I'm sick. The house is a wreck. The bookshelves in the office need to be dusted. I'm the only one who can do it because no one else will put my books back the right way.
I am going to start drawing a black outline around everything so that way everyone else can put stuff back exactly where it goes.
I've somehow managed to lose my control journal.
I need a cup of coffee, a prozac, and to go back to bed.