I completed my task of doing absolutely nothing yesterday. The problem is that I apparently keep misplacing a day. I thought Dan and Mary Kate tomorrow. They're coming today. Which is good. Except that the house needs to be cleaned, the drive shovelled again, grocery shopping done, a toilet seat replaced from where I got hair dye on it, presents brought in from the car and put away, the ferret cage done....

AAAUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

That's what i get for taking a day off. And to pour some salt in it, I want to write. I activelly have the desire to just get lost for the next several hours in a story. Which just isn't going to happen. Sigh...

Pat, I'm mailing your presents tomorrow. I hope they get there for your birthday.

Now, I am off to spontaneously combust.