Anyway, this led to the following mental monologue as I was driving home from work this evening:
"Okay, I should stop and pick up some kind of allergy meds for tomorrow before I go home, in case this is an allergy thing. But in case it's a cold, I'll nip it in the bud tonight. I'll go right home after, take some nyquil, and climb into bed with a good book. No wait, I need to exercise. Okay, home, treadmill, nyquil, then bed. I forgot dinner. Home, dinner, treadmill, nyquil, bed. No, I'll need something for my headache before walking. Home, advil, treadmill, dinner, nyquil, bed. Wait, the allergy stuff! Okay. Drugstore, home, advil, treadmill, dinner, nyquil, bed. That should work."
By the end, I felt like some kind of Monty Python routine. "Our chief weapon is surprise...surprise and nyquil...fear and nyquil.... Our two weapons are fear and surprise...and ruthless efficiency.... Our three weapons are fear, nyquil, and ruthless efficiency...and an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope.... Our four...no... Amongst our weapons...."
It was a good plan, in the end. But then I stopped to write a journal entry about it all, so the schedule's all thrown off anyway. Must go tread now!