Fucks sake.  The struggle was real yesterday.  I didn't feel right till like after 8 pm, and even then I took it easy and called it a night around 11.  No more drinking, Lisa, ok?  Drink because you like the taste.  Don't drink to get drunk.

  I kinda hate days like today, where everything's staggered.  Had a reading a half hour ago, then I have therapy at noon, so there's a 2.5 hour window.  Then after that, I have something coming up at 2, which could take an hour...it could take four hours.  Then I have another reading at 6:30 tonight....which could take an hour, could take three.  I wish could somehow condense the whole thing for efficiency, or just do my Red Bank stuff today, and then the Keyport stuff tomorrow.

In between all that, I need to go grocery shopping, hit the box office at Count Basie, Costco, and I need to get my nails done for Wednesday.  Also eat.  I have to remember to eat.  Plus, this fucking house.  Saturday I didn't clean.  Yesterday I could barely blink and breathe.  The house is falling the fuck apart right now.  The bathroom is becoming uncomfortably dirty, even though I wipe down all the surfaces every day.  There's just crap building up, and the to-do list spools ever longer.

And because Wednesday is such a thing I feel like I'll need a peaceful day tomorrow, to get my shit together literally and figuratively. I'm reading for a book signing.  I don't feel anxiety for myself, but I do feel a little bit of anxiety for my client, who's book is getting launched.

 I need a spa day.  I need to sit in a sauna with a shitty fantasy novel and just sweat for a half hour.  I need a hot tub.  I need a cold plunge in a pool.  Last night I was looking at Groupon for good spa deals.  I miss the spa at Revel.  I'd probably go there Thursday morning as a day-cation.  Reality:  Spritzing myself with the hose, while watering the garden, then sitting out in the backyard for a few hours.