Days like today, and moments like right now, I’d like nothing more than to wriggle my nose and freeze the world for a bit, a la Samantha Stevens.

I was rather bored at work today; I had plenty to do, but the hours stretched on, and on, and on. In between summarizing two rather dull cases, I pulled together a little list of my activities for this evening.

• Go to the grocery store.
• Work out for a full hour.
• Reconcile finances and catalogue the hideous pile of receipts on floor.
• Do laundry.
• E-mail mom.
• E-mail grandma.
• Call best friend in Seattle.
• Write letter to sister.
• Write J’s anniversary card (a year and a half this week!)
• Take out recycling.
• Vacuum apartment.
• Look for brown boots that have mysteriously gone missing.

I think I may be delusional. I get home around 6, on a good night, and time after work always goes so. much. faster. Why is this?

Accomplished: the store. They gym. The finances. And that’s about it.

Granted, I haven’t organized my budget since mid-march, so it’s fitting (maybe?) that it took nearly two hours to enter and file everything. I opted to take it out in one fell swoop as my parents are coming later this week; perpetuating the illusion of a daughter totally together, I cannot sit by and let the paperwork pile up.

It’s 10:38 and I haven’t even gotten to the laundry. I have a very limited wardrobe of clean clothes remaining. Scheisse.

Not on the list but duly accomplished: consume a near-entire bottle of wine. Make a nearly healthy and deliciously cheesy Mexican-style dinner (Cinco de Mayo, you know). Write this blog post.

Well, I guess that’s progress.