You know how Sarah is normally uber-organized, and on-time means “late” to her?  You know how Sarah keeps everything in line most of the time?

Sarah has been SUCKING lately.

Yesterday, I got home from work and the weather was GORGEOUS.  I opened some windows, did a quick run-thru of what I was fixing for dinner, and thought, “I can lay down for a minute before Bryan and The Boy get here.”

AN HOUR AND A HALF LATER, I woke up because of a cat.  I ONLY woke up because of a cat.  And I wandered around the house, trying to shake the sleep off (I honestly believe I could’ve slept through the night), and I was overcome with the guilt that Bryan was cooking.  I glanced at the clock (5:45) and thought, “Man, the day has gotten away from me.”

Followed by the: Oh, shit, I was supposed to go record a radio spot.  AT FIVE O’CLOCK.  SHITSHITSHIT.

So I ran out on my husband who was cooking dinner, and hauled ass to the station, where I blubbered to the poor producer, “I am so so sorry.  What really sucks is that I don’t have a good reason.  You can probably still see the sheet lines on my face.  I just overslept.”

(He was very kind, and it took me all of :53 to record the spot.)

So I went home and tried to relax, so I can think better.

This morning, I got all the way to my desk, and actually sat down and started doing work for about 15 minutes before I realized that it was a coworker’s birthday and I (yay, Sarah!) had volunteered to bring in a card, cookies, and ice cream.

SO.. I did the same super-sprint to Publix.  I am so beside-myself-angry (at myself, no less) at how unorganized and forgetful I’ve been lately.  I don’t even have a good excuse.  I’m just stupid.

I’m eating sushi today.  THAT, I remember.  And fish is good for memory.  So make mine extra fishy.

Edit: IT WASN’T EVEN HIS BIRTHDAY.  I AM SO RETARDED.