8 a.m.
Went to get coffee. Forgot I had no money. Had to go to the ATM and then go back. Saw an acquaintance, said hello. He seemed grumpy. Was chastised at cafe for not bringing my travel mug. Made lame excuses. Whatever. Said hello to a very cute chocolate Lab puppy. Got kissy slobber on my face.
9 a.m.
Sat around drinking coffee and reading The Brooklyn Follies, which I'm almost done with. Very engaging; I like it lots. Thought about my dreams last night, which involved yoga (trying to help someone stretch into a position, hmm), my bike (someone had cut it all up and reassembled it, and I couldn't ride it very well anymore, hmmmmm), and desperately fleeing my home (after a crazy cult decided to move in and fired shots into a crowd of children just outside, HMMMM).
10 a.m.
Cleaned the bathroom in an incredibly anal-retentive manner. Involved a toothbrush. Will say no more.
11 a.m.
Put some nasty kitchen towels and a gross table cloth in the laundry. Washed dishes. I have become the house dishwasher, and it's getting annoying. Went through a stack of mail. Called about a medical bill that was denied during the post-employment, pre-COBRA-kicking-in period. Also annoying.
12 noon.
Made more coffee. Drank it. Mistake.
Now.
Thinking about work tonight. Trying to come down from my coffee buzz. Thinking about Christmas cards. Thinking more about my dreams. Thinking about why I feel so nervous. Wondering if all this is incredibly, excruciatingly boring.