Fugue State

Sometime in the last 24 hours an alien invaded my being and made all sorts of painting preparations in my living room and dining room.
Carpet is rolled up, furniture is moved and a ladder is leaning against the living room wall.
There is a fresh white ring of paint around the newly dusted living room ceiling fan, and evidence of recent trim paint application on the dining room window frame.
My fate is sealed.
I must spend Wednesday finishing what the alien started.
No more protein and soy milk shakes for breakfast. Too much energy brings the alien to life. I MUST PAY.
And you think this Blog was boring, Thursday's going to be a haircut Blog.