Oh, who am I kidding. Every day is like that for him.
I decided to take stock of the herbs and flowers I've had drying, and I think I've figured out Christmas presents already. Well done, self. Now, I know what you're saying. "But it's not even October, you shit." That's true. But hear me out. Let's say you have a busy, erratic schedule, and you spend your free time catching up on sleep or keeping up with your cat's wiztagram fans (this is nearly a part-time job of its own, and it does not even pay. Am I doing this wrong? Do we need an agent?). Then one day you blink, and three months have gone by. Then you're fucked, because you still don't have any time, so let me have this.
In other news, apparently now October is the new month when the end of the world will begin, so all of my attempts to plan ahead for once may be for nothing.