My horoscope today at Tarot.com:
"Although you may be eager to balance work and play, enjoying yourself today can be quite a challenge until you have completed unfinished business."
True: my mother is coming to visit for several days, and I've been frantically cleaning the entire house from top to bottom whilst thinking about all the things I'd RATHER be doing.
"Free-floating anxiety may plague you now, for you know that you are running out of time."
True: I will go straight from work to the airport to get her Tuesday night, which means I only had today and tomorrow evening to finish getting ready. And tomorrow is Sylar Celebration Day (also known as "Tim Kring Gives Me Better Birthday Presents Than Anyone" Day), so it's debatable how much work I'll get done tomorrow.
"Fortunately, this deadline is movable, so instead of panicking, just continue doing the best you can."
Eh. And the horoscope was doing so well until then.
It was just a miserable day. The humidity was ludicrous and despite gulping water and taking frequent breaks in front of a fan, I feel completely wrung out. I actually had a dirt ring around my neck because I was so sweaty, the dust clung to me. A freaking dirt ring. Like I'm 10 again. And there's still a lot to do--the sink is full of dirty pans, the bathroom hasn't been cleaned and the bedroom is a disaster area--but I'm just too tired now. It's amazing how long it takes you just to clean a porch when you have to stop every couple of minutes to wipe off your forehead.
Hey...what the hell??? I haven't eaten dinner so I went to get some chips and salsa. I opened the brand-new bag of chips and...they smell odd. Like something that was varnished yesterday and is still faintly giving off chemicals. That officially sucks. So now I'm waiting for the oven to heat up, in my 80-degree house, so that I can bake a pizza. Grrr.