After that my day has been felt through a daze. I took a quick shower (well, quick for me) and put my laundry in, all while my mind was somewhere that's nowhere near here.
I suppose I became really worried when I snapped out of my reverie and found myself watching Full House. I don't know what's up with me, but I have an inkling that it has something to do with never going out any more. The most outside action this chickie has seen in a long time is taking hour walks with gailadora.
On a positive note, there's a good chance miggy will be saving me from the mundane next Saturday for a downtown girls day.
... And the amount of time that this LJ post has taken me to write also frightens me. Amount of times that I dazed off and noted that I had just been staring at the screen: Approximately 5.