It is 8:45pm and I have already crawled into bed. Oh sure, I'm on the computer. But why am I in bed already? Boredom. Lack of motivation to do anything.

My folks came over today. Daddy installed a new ceiling fan in my office. How lacking is my brain? I did not even notice that this particular fan I picked out and bought doesn't have a light kit. The second top reason I'm changing it out is because the light kit on the old one was broken. And I did not even notice the new one didn't have one. My dad pointed it out. *facepalms*

Mom cracked the whip on me and got me to sift through some stuff so it could all be put away. My living room is so very close to being done.

I've got a serious mountain of crap to take to the curb tomorrow night. Ugh. But it's about time I got that crap out of the garage. Okay, technically mom did it while dad and I played the "is this the right breaker?" game in the house.

My basement is... well, for starters, it's really not a basement. It's a cellar. And it's fucking creepy. And right now it's damp. And filled with cobwebs. Going down to the breaker box umpteen times today really wasn't fun.

Crap. Just realized I forgot my meds. They're downstairs. Bugger.