I can already tell that I'm not going to get anything done today, other than going for a walk. I am looking out the window and seeing a woman go by with what looks like an old English sheepdog and a five-year-old kid. I am trying to figure out what to have for dinner tonight and thinking that it sounds like a good idea to get pizza. I am not in the mood to do anything, which includes cooking, laundry and cleaning blood stains off the sofa. (That sounds a whole lot more mysterious than it actually is.)