Not that anyone really cares, but a quick glimpse into the standard routine that is my life may answer some burning questions.

1. Sprayed some toilet seats with clear acrylic gloss, causing me to have to relocate everything to the basement lest I passed out.
2. A short time later answered my front door to reveal my landlord, who was relieved to find out it was me doing art and not bio-terrorism that caused them to walk around their own house sniffing (2 floors up) to see where the chemical spill was coming from.
3. Tried on a few outfits for work, and after deciding on one, cut about 4 inches off the pants, then had to shave only the portion of my legs between my knee and the top of my ankle, because that was the part that would be exposed by my newly cut-off pants.
4. Ate the top off of a carrot cake muffin because it had cream cheese frosting. Threw the rest away because it had no frosting.
5. Said goodbye to my co-worker who was leaving work early, and 30 seconds later called across the hall to see if she could do me a favor, because I forgot she left.
6. Found a forgotten ziplock baggie of fruit at the bottom of my purse while looking for string cheese.

And it’s only 2pm.