So far tonight (tonight beginning at 7:20, when I got home), I’ve:

• Done two loads of laundry, courtesy of the extra quarters I managed to rack up today.
• Sipped a glass of wine.
• Watched “The Simpsons.”
• Pawed under the bathroom sink, through 4 bedside drawers, and in my jewelry box for a ponytail holder because my hair is driving. Me. Crazy.
• Fed the cat and replenished his Secret Water (the oversized soup mug under my desk that we refill every couple of days — he likes to think he’s getting away with sneaking sips from it).
• Pulled out D’s acoustic guitar. Tried to remember some chords. Hunted down my binder containing tabs and other cheat sheets. Strummed a few easy chords. Cut the nails on my left hand. Realized that the fingers I broke four years ago really don’t want to do what I want them to.
• Watched about 10 minutes of “The OC.”
• Fretted about the presentation I’m supposed to help deliver tomorrow in front of my entire department — and the CEO.
• Poured another glass of wine.
• Put the first non-flannel sheets on the bed since, oh, October probably.
• Flipped through a takeout menu, trying to figure out what I want besides a salad — because you know it’s really going to piss the driver off to deliver just a salad.
• Deleted a ton of horrible, blurred, and/or duped photos from my computer.
• Thought about finishing the baby slippers (”booties” just sounds so stupid) for Kiyoshi.
• Played around with Wordcount. (Check out the conspiracies.)