Would not have been such a crock if only I had been able to spend it the way I was meant to — with my darling Frosted Mini Wheats and 24, featuring the glorious velvet voice of Keifer Southerland and (!) the reemergence of Tony Alemeida.
Instead, the meeting runs long. And it does executive session first thing instead of last.
It's all good. Except that because I felt like a food illness-ridden, PMSing wrenched amoeba yesterday I had no time to do laundry (really I need to get detergent first) or wash dishes or, my favorite, wipe down the baseboards and use the Swiffer WetJet (really, I do love it!). So I am living in filth and kind of procrastinating on hauling four bags of recycling to the curb. Tomorrow I have fitness to do, the day after another meeting. Thursday fitness, Friday more fitness. I can't wait a week. I need to multiply in order to do everything I need to. Maybe if I could separate based on which Barr body was which. Or something.
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