The week, I mean. At least my week. And I can't decide whether the sound of multiple sirens a couple of blocks away is a bad way to start it. . .I am awake an hour earlier than I had intended. Not that it's easy to anticipate something like waking up, but I know for a fact I don't get enough sleep so when I'm lying here in bed, looking at a clock that's an hour earlier than I was expecting to see it, it does kind of annoy. Well, considering I woke cos of the sound of sirens I guess I'm lucky that my arse isn't on fire, I'm not having a medical emergency, or the cops aren't carting me off to prison for some heinous crime like running naked through a fast food drive through and stealing a bunch of food (this actually happened. . .not to me, but it was on one of those odd news websites). I can lie here and put my thoughts in order for the week, think about what I'm going to accomplish, what I should accomplish but probably won't get to, and. . .remember all the things I was supposed to do this weekend and haven't done yet. Bugger. If you'll excuse me, I should go take care of some stuff.