10:03 AM

So far, I've made progress with my cleaning. In my bedroom, I picked up all my clothes, sorted them into clean and dirty, vacuumed the floor, rotated my bed ninety degrees, started doing laundry and fed Winston and Zeus. I also ran around like a madman in the living room, mumbling to myself about cleanliness for the better part of an hour because I whole-heartedly believe that I'd enjoy life more if it was narrated.
At this point, it's unlikely I'll even get a chance to nap today. I was awake all night, as per usual, but after I'm done cleaning, I have to catch an hour-long ride back to my parents' house from Rachel and see Alex tonight. If I'm lucky, I'll crash sometime around midnight or one.
I've been looking at Man Ray's portraits lately. I went to a Surrealist photography show in Baltimore the last time I visited my ex-boyfriend, Leland, and they had gotten hold of a lot of his stuff. If you're not familiar with him, Man Ray is a pretty neat guy.