Now I'm really freaking. It's Tuesday and I'm no where near where I want to be. Everyone will think I'm a lazy shit. A lazy good for nothing bum with a house that is a piece of crap that is falling around down her ears, with messed up stairs courtesy of her dogs, and a porch that isn't painted, with no grass, and an unwashed house, and a landing with no carpet, and weeds everywhere, and no paint on the railings inside. And I'm going to be mortified. I'm so mortified now I could cry.