Strange

I finallly came home at a decent hour full of good intentions. I was going to organize my papers, write a semi-coherent post, and send a few way overdue e-mails to people who have waited far too long for them. Instead all i want to do is climb under the covers and listen to tranquilizing music. Making me forget who i am. Where's the vodka when you need it? I am wasted but i'm ready.