Met up with E right after work. We went to a lacklustre burger joint, then had an impromptu gabfest at my apartment. Now I'm tired, but feeling better for having seen my friend. Since I had not hung up a single article of clothing all week, once E departed I set about clearing my papasan of the week's work wardrobe, threw out some old magazines, arranged other things, and feel--if not better--then less like a complete failure. I find that I can't quite relax because of some apparent water damage to the ceiling in my dining room. I just want it fixed, already. In general, I feel out of control and out of sorts. This means I need to clean the bathroom and do my laundry. That's what it always means. I am oddly agitated and out of sync. ick!