Dear Life (and my Sanity),
I'm sorry I've neglected you. Actually, I haven't really neglected you, I've actually been keeping you pretty busy. But I haven't really given you time for yourself, so for that, I am sorry for the neglect. Things are going insane. But I think you're actually happy about all of this (especially now with Thomas gone, I know you like staying busy). Just a couple of notes:
I know you want to get in as many hours as possible, but maybe a day or two at the gym won't hurt? I know you want to get everything at Anthropologie but... umm, how about don't? :) I know you DON'T want to clean your room, but how about stop the procrastinating on here and actually just go in there and do it? Can you believe it? I'm 24 and I still HATE cleaning my room.
Anyway, just go do a load of laundry, put something on tv, plan out how you want your room to be (I see a coffee table leaving my room and a dresser leaving my closet to join my room), and try to be in bed by... 11? Is that too ambitious?
Yes, it is too ambitious. Because I just sat here writing this as Johnny gathered up HIS items for laundry. So... I'll PLAN for laundry to be done? ;) Later...?