As soon as William naps, I run around prioritizing all of the things I need to do, which is about 80 things. And then I collapse on the bed, exhausted just from listing everything out. And then I decide to take self-portraits using the funhouse effects in iphoto. Excellent use of time.
Is that creepy or what? It kind of looks like me, but in a deformed way. I wonder what William would do if I showed him this picture. I better not, though. He has enough trouble staying asleep as it is.