It's 4 p.m. I haven't showered yet, because first, I need to recap my morning

Today, I woke up, ate brownies, thought it was Friday, watched sex and the city, realized it was thursday, cried a lot, got a headache, thought about how much coffee it would take to a. get rid of my headache and b. make me feel like stopping sex and the city and get off of my chair. Answer: two french presses. Then I sat through yet another couple viewing this apt., as they wondered, "Where's the T.V.? Why does all this furniture look like a disjointed sectional?" And thinking to themselves "I didn't think people slept on futons on the floor anymore..." and again, "Where's the T.V.?" I answered their questions by quietly sitting on my chair, typing ferociously (post 2 french presses) and pretending I didn't notice we didn't own a t.v. because my laptop plays DVDs juuuuust fine.