Its as grey a day as any other in September in Southern Ontario. The rain outside is cold and I'm chilled to the bone.

I know I am hungry but food is revolting me. I sat next to someone who was eating a buttered scone on the subway and the oils on her hands were making me feel ill. I'm overtired, confused over ten thousand things and I have no time to myself any time soon.

I need to do laundry and organize my kitchen for the contractors, who are probably going to replace my kitchen on Monday. Right now, there's no sink in my kitchen but I do have a brand new counter & cuboards. How they clash with the orange linoleum in there.

I'm tired. I'm so tired. I have to go launder now.