Overbooking

I hate to keep complaining about overbooking myself, but apparantly I do it an awful lot. It's only been while I've tried to describe my day here and to friends that they say, "How did you do all that since I saw you yesterday?" Enroute home from bar/picking up breakfast on Tuesday (Wed 3am) did a cheerleader looking move which skinned my knee and leg all up. Shower, snack, sleep. Woke up, Hung out with Bolder Options chick to go for a bike ride with her, dropped her off at her new job, didnt have enough time to go home and ditch our bikes so I had to park in the ramp and bring both bikes inside when I went to work for a few hours of overtime. Took both bikes out with me to see Little Brother for a bit and remind him that I'll see him Saturday (they still have no phone so I have to stop by to say hi) Came home brought the bikes upstairs, fixed the loose seat on one. Attempted to take a nap, made some phone calls, received some phone calls, went out to sing Karoke at one place (Where there was a DOA shooting a block away) and then played pool at another bar, then went to play Taboo and Texas Strip Him (r) dropped my friend off at home and finally came home to let the dogs out and then read a book in bed for a bit before dropping off to sleep. And now I have to get ready for work. And I didnt get my laundry done dang it!