I really horribly terribly suck at personal time management. “The weekend’s almost over and I’m just starting laundry at 3pm on Sunday? Wtf?”

Yesterday, we went to the ER for ‘breakfast’ at 10am. Got back home around noon, napped until 4, had Chinese food for dinner at 6, and did nothing else until going to bed again at around 10pm. Total. Suck.

Today, got up at 6, breakfast at NB at 8, went to Barton’s work for about an hour, home at 10, napped until noon, shopped at BB&B around 1:30. Then came home and back out to Sonic for ‘lunch’ at 2:30. Loaded some clothes in the washer around 3, and they just got put in the dryer at 4.

Now, what should I do? Sewing? Gotta clean the tables/desk off first. Reorganizing/repacking? Boring. Shopping for actual groceries? AHAHAHAHA, you’re kidding, right?

Getting distracted by the Intarwebz again might be doable. I’m so full of just … meh.