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I worked todat from 9am to 9:30pm. Then I had to pick up some groceries. For some reason, I thought it was a good idea to get a home waxing kit. As if I would proceed home and do a quick Brazilian. I got home and there were dishes stacked in the sink, the garbage bins needed to be pulled from the street and I hauled in the iMac from whence I type, with a newly restored power module. At this point, I'm halucinating. I think the cat has an attitude (he does) and that there are children in the back yard (there aren't.) I just finished my list of things I want to keep that I have to take into therpay tomorrow, or rather collective bargining. My list has 5 items, most of which came from my mom and live in the kitchen. Things are things and therefore replaceable. I don't think I'm going to run tomorrow. I'm exhausted. But I'm here typing and waiting to hear a certain voice.........