Oh you guys. I sit here, on my bed, typing this, pretending I don’t have a long list of things to do this morning. Things like:
–take the bus across town to get my hair blown out
–decide which dress to wear to each event this weekend
–pack my suitcase
–remember to pack such necessities as–my toothbrush, my hairbrush, my makeup bag
–make decisions about jewelry
–pack a lunch/dinner for work tonight
–get dressed

These aren’t unpleasant tasks. And yet, I find myself unable to leave the confines of the area where both the air conditioner and the fan are pointed directly at me. Plus, Facebook stalking is so fun.