Anytime I say to someone that I'll be "really busy this weekend" or planning on "spending the weekend sleeping" just take it with a grain of salt...or a pound. There was a plan. A plan to take care of a slew of things that I had post-ited to my laptop, here. Only one of the four are completed; of course, there are several that exist as ideas or needs in my head that will forever float in the ether of gray matter.
I didn't get more sleep or even close to the amount of sleep, didn't get any of the reading and writing, or complete most of the errands that I had planned on getting. And I blame the ants. Forget recognizing that I have become sloth. Forget that I have bedsores from sitting here; which is not true. Even forgetting that my "brain hasn't been working quite right". These are real, but not as real as those ants. Those ants that even after spending three hours cleaning the kitchen, disinfecting everything, even thinking about utilizing the tactical, nuclear missile we keep in the basement appear to be unfazed.
This is a nonsensical post that is going nowhere and only proves how much sleep I need to get. BLAH!
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