Nothing's right, I'm torn

Okay, so I don't want to hog the remote, but I don't want to have to watch anything other than Spongebob. That's just the way it is. Do I really want to watch a movie? Nope. But he's the one making supper, so I suppose I'll just deal.

I mean, I don't want to make supper.

I need to go to the gym tomorrow.

Obsess much?

So my obsession with cutting myself is gone (for now), and it's moved on to The Ultimate Super Extreme Organized To Do List System.  Counting the protector sheets I'm estimating it to be around 800 pages when I'm done. I would love to be normal. If only for a day.

I need to redye Chris's hair.

Both of my kids passed to get new belts in karate yesterday. I think we'll skip the 2nd day of testing since they already made it through.

I should get out invites to Chris's birthday party soon.

Short and sweet today.

You are dismissed.