Finally.

Evidently I don't know how to set the alarm on my phone properly, because it didn't go off at 8:00 as planned. I slept until almost 11--by the time I got my butt out the door to run, it was really hot and humid.

But in my bedroom I still managed to cover up all of my floors and furniture, mask all the trim and the ceiling fan, and spackle all the nail holes.

It's too late to paint the ceiling, says my dad, because it's getting dark. Bah.

But finally. I've actually done something useful with myself--not as much as I had hoped, but it's something.