Holy Crap I need to...

Holy Crap I need to:

Shave-- At this point I don't know if the word shaving even qualifies, it's more like mow.

Get my hair done--I have roots. Put me in a trailer and call me trash.

Start making truffles--If I don't start soon I'm going to be making those fuckers well past X-mas.

Go to the bank--Better save this one until last. I'm no good there.

Have sex--I think Michael is on the verge of studying tantric sex...

Eat something other than a meal replacement bar or Halloween candy-- Seriously I am craving veggies.

Walk my 3.27 miles--I need some exercise I know it will make me feel better. I'm just so damn tired.

Scoop the cat box--Michael's cat seriously laid one of the foulest, largest turds ever. I am seriously thinking about calling Guinness.

Do a victory lap--Lynne just called and I told her I couldn't help her today. Yay me!

and the list goes on...