Saturday morning I'm supposed to do something early with Nurse Friend. The dry cleaner is closed on Sunday. I think I'm wearing hole-y underwear tomorrow. I really need to stay on task as well as update my wardrobe. There are more than one pair of boxers with holes in the bottom.
I got nothing done that's on my list of to-dos on the goal-setting calendar. I also worked out that I can't spare any of the money that I want to give away, or spend frivolously, or use to buy or mail gifts. I really gotta work on budgeting. My brother pointed out I could save a ton of money if I bought and cut my own fruit. That would go for the sandwiches as well. (Meanwhile, #2 hurts more and more; I've really got to get to the dentist. The bosses are out the next two weeks, so I'm hoping maybe then.)
I've got to work on my finances. I've got to work on my room. I've got to work on my health. I've got to work on doing better at my job. And of course I've got to get some more sleep, like I should be doing now.