i still haven't unpacked. from any or all of my last month's worth of trips. that's three trips people. three different suitcases. i'm getting low on laundry, too - although my baskets don't tell me that, my bedroom floor does.
i still haven't gone through my mail either. 3 piles need to be created. 1 - to file away, cause its important. 2 - to throw away. 3 - to shred, cause its a waste, but has important stuff on it.
i still haven't stopped drinking dr pepper again. i made it far into my day today, but my afternoon headache made me cave. but i did chug 2.5 of my camelbaks today. that's a good thing.
i still haven't hauled my heiny back onto the treadmill. or made it over the the gym to lift either.
i still haven't gotten caught up on commenting on blogs. i'm caught up on google reader. but haven't left comments. i'm about to scratch the idea of getting caught up on that one... but still. i feel a little pressure, or guilt, or something.
i'm kinda being haunted my my stills. and the stinker is that pretty much nothing will get done tonight, either. cause marge and i are going to dinner.
BUT - i'm reading a good book, so its very easy to push everything else to the side. i've been keeping kinda busy with mary kay lately. lots of new products, and even customers, too... can't complain about that. i just need to attack my bedroom. make it so its not a maze anymore.
sorry if i was whiney. i think its the headache talking.