My shirt is wrinkly and I can't find my razor and it looks like I won't be able to find it in the next ten minutes. What's worse, I discovered this morning that if, say, you have a space problem in your bedroom and, in a pinch, you drape your just-discarded towel over a bike's exercise wheel, if you use the towel the next morning, the whoe towel smells like rubber. Both sides. So I hope no one sits too close to me today, because I'm wearing just a spritz of Eau de Wal-Mart.
On the bright side, I'll definitely finish my crossword editing job tonight. Then I'll have time, when I get home, to actually clean and iron and wash clothes and stuff. Today, though, I'm going with the Vaguely Homeless Look, which hasn't been hip since grunge. Sigh.