My brain keeps running through all the things I need to get done before tomorrow's family gathering. Should I bake anything else? Well, anything else, besides the chocolate chip cookies I need to make lest my relatives kick me out into the cold. Exactly how clean should I bother getting my apartment? What color should I paint my nails? Are my holiday outfits clean? How many hours are these oranges supposed to be in the oven to dehydrate? Did I forget to buy presents for anyone? Am I really going to make it to 5pm mass tonight? Why do eels exist? Seriously, why is anything that terrifying and awful allowed to exist? Why did I think it was a good idea to watch roughly seven hours of River Monsters?
And that's the point when I tell my brain to shut up and decide to eat another cookie.