You know your room is a mess when, you slide out of bed at night, (well, the half the bed i sleep on, as the other half has become my second closet), knock a book off my covers, dance around the phone cord, step over the UGG's and run right into the space heater.
My jammed baby toe will thank me for this in the morning.
Dear Optics Company,
Make contacts I can sleep in.
T minus 38 hours until my flight home and the To-Do list is getting ever so lengthy.
The Procrastination Queen is on the loose!