Oh, Crap!

Each time I bang up against the formal end of a day with piled tasks undone because I took an unintentional nap, I swear I'm going to do something about fixing my catawampus schedule. I never do, of course. I bemoan the inconvenience, rush things, leave other things undone, then forget all about it until the next time it happens. I wonder if psychology has already given that behavior a name? If not, maybe they'll name it after me. That's all I need.


In lieu of an actual post, a link to something I found entertaining: A Cat's Map of the Bed.