I have, thus far, done nothing whatsoever productive or of value today. I woke up at 9:15am to the phone ringing and messed around on the computer for a while, read for a little bit, then decided I was way too drowsy to actually do anything. So, I rolled over and dozed off for half an hour or so. I need to get up and go for a ride on my bike!

Earlier, I was sitting on the side of the bed and Beauty was on the floor. I reached out my foot to pet him and he seemed annoyed and kept moving away when i tried to touch him. This made me wonder – how do cats know to be offended by someone trying to touch them with their feet????  Is it that they smell funky or it just seems weird to them given how far away from your head they are compared to when you pet them with your hands?

I really should stop getting on the laptop when I’m lying in bed when I wake up. It seems to perpetuate this sense of fear or anxiety or whatever when I wake up. I need to just start getting up and going into the other room rather than camping out here on my bed for half the day. It makes me feel neurotic.  I was thinking earlier how I’m turning into a third-generation bedroom hermit.  My Granny Bush stayed in her bedroom most of the time when she was home alone and so does my mom. Could something so specific be passed on genetically?

So far, not terribly impressed with Jennifer Weiner’s latest book, Certain Girls. It’s not bad – it’s sort of written from two points of view – from the mother (the main character, Cannie, from her other book, Good In Bed) and also from the 12-year-old daughter’s perspective. I find the voice of the two to be too similar so far.  We’ll see how it goes.

I need to work on Skip’s site’s interface, Lynn’s logo and business cards for Lux.  With that, I need to drag my ass out of my self-imposed padded cell and go for a ride in the park or something to snap me out of this weird headspace.

I was tres annoyed to wake up from a dream that I was talking to Deidre about the photo shoot she’s going to be doing for T-Mobile when she said, "Carly…you’re at home…" and I then realized that she was standing at my front door talking to me and I was so excited that she was here! Then, as she grabbed her suitcase and started to come through the door, the phone rang and woke me up – damnit!

OK, really AM going to get up now…will I ever just feel NORMAL????