Blur.

I thought I'd done everything I needed to do last night before going to bed.

I was wrong.

I woke up and my eyes were sticky and blurry. My contacts were still there. I got up and threw them out, intending to go back to bed, and instead stayed up and made oatmeal. It's freezing outside and it's snowing a little bit.

I'm meeting Mom downtown in a few hours. I'm excited; I miss her. And it's only been like a week or whatever since I was home, but already... I don't know. It'll be good to see her. And there's fun stuff on the Mag Mile. Maybe it will stop snowing.