Let my Cameron go
Once I finally got out of bed, I spent most of the morning berating myself about how much there was to get done and how none of it ever actually gets, you know, done. And now I have fifteen minutes before I have to leave for work and I can't think of a damned thing to do. Not because there's nothing to do but because my brain has no extra cycles for thinking about it.
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Tape it on your bathroom mirror for good measure?