When I have time to talk, the people that profess a desire to talk to me aren't around, and then vice-versa when they are...I'm not.
I can't bear to clean when pretty music is on, for fear of missing it.
I order things entirely too logical. (I'm going to do all the cleaning of the inside, then take a shower, and clean the outside, then run my errands...) And don't just get them done.
I like scrabble so much. :)
It's just gonna be one of those lazy days...filled with thoughts....