I am dragging some serious derriere today. I just can't get motivated to work on my to-do list. Do I really have to do stuff? I think I'm just in need of some hardcore ceiling-fan time.
Also, my house is a m e s s and I seem to have forgotten how to clean.
Oh, and the fruit flies are going to carry me away. If you don't hear from me for a while it's either because I'm off in some land of wherever-the-dang-fruitflies-materialze (seriously! Where do the come from? They're everywhere!) or I went on a rampage and bashed the compose bucket to bits and one little piece of ice-cream-bucket plastic lodged directly in my right extensor digitorum rendering me tragically unable to type.
Oh, I guess that was three things. Whatever. Guess I forgot how to count, too.