Waking up at 7:30a for no reason and then staring at the ceiling until 11a, because I flatly refused to get up. Add to that the frankly psychedelic dreams I had last night, and I'm having a rather odd morning.
Organisation (for my own sake, please ignore):
laundry (2 loads)
- clean desk
- clean top of closet and bag shoes
- organise book crates
- return rest of library books (17 to go)
tell roommate I'm leaving