Okay, I think there's a chance I may be officially out of control and must be stopped. People don't believe me when I tell them that I am so out of it in the mornings that it's not uncommon for me to walk into walls while I'm stumbling around my apartment in the morning. My parents and former roommates and ex-girlfriends will tell you that it's absolutely hilarious to watch me attempt to reach consciousness in the morning. I've accepted this. I am not a morning person. My inclinations lean towards the nighttime. That said, it was particularly disturbing to me that I'm so out of it tonight -- during the nighttime -- that I just threw away my garbage in my laundry hamper. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go sifting through all my dirty clothes for some bills that I just shredded.