Procrastination is my middle name...

I have a ton of homework and reading to do for both of my classes to prepare for two exams on Friday. My house is a mess. Laundry is separated in little mountains all over the laundry room floor. My sheets are in a heap on my bed fresh out of the dryer. The floors need to be swept and mopped. It's about time to feed the horses. I have a Sex Ed Chat at 7:00 pm. My office is a disaster. I need to figure out what I'm going how I'm going to decorate my classroom next week. Paper is taking over this house. My husband is depressed. I'm not in the best spirits either. I haven't scrapbooked in what seems like forever.

Yet...I'm sitting here boring the hell out of you with this post. Why?

Monkey found me in my closet around midnight in the fetal position asleep on the floor. I swear I wasn't drinking or on drugs. I remember thinking how I needed to clean my closet before I went to sleep. I wonder if I sleep-walked to my closet because subconsciously I knew it needed to cleaned out...or something. I remember absolutely nothing about how I got there. Weird.

Later Dudettes.