I have so much laundry to do...

And yet I haven't even started...

How's that for a lack of discipline?

PLUS
I stayed up late last night talking to a friend who wants to be more, but I absolutely don't, and even though I enjoyed the conversation (for the most part) I really wanted to sleep, and yet I'm too mean to actually TELL him, so it was nearly one-thirty before he left.

And so, I slept in.
Until about an hour ago.

And I only woke up because I had a dream of my baby sister falling off the roof.
What was she doing up there in the first place?
And the window wouldn't open all the way so I could go after her, because running down the hall, down the stairs, out the door and around the house would take too long.
And it freaked me out.
And when I woke up, I had to pause to get my heartbeat back to normal while I told myself that I would hear people freaking out upstairs if that had really happened.

But I can't dwell on that right now...

Time for laundry...