where soul meets body

I think my muse is losing her voice and as a result, I just get the idea she has an idea for me, but I can never hear what it is. This is a bit vexing. So instead, I spent the day doing a whole lot of not much.
- Instead of going back to bed after my nap, I cleaned the area infront of my TV. This just leaves the area right at the foot of my bed and infront of the Pullips and the main part of my room will be as close to clean as I can be bothered with. Happy dance! Didn't find much of interest. Except, wait, I'm thinking there was something... *thinks* ...Lost it. Rats. Did find one of my Bratz, whom I promptly named Paige since I was...
- Watching the last episode of Charmed [Repo Manor] & Desperate Housewives, so that I'm nice and caught up for the most part on both. Totally caught up on Charmed, and missing one episode for DH. Not bad for me.
-Made corn muffins. I loathe corn muffins, so to keep myself interested in the ten minutes it took to do all this, I named them. There was Matt, who was the runt of the group and didn't look particularly tasty. There was Phoebe, who was busting out of the muffin tin, and Steve and Damien, and I think I agreed to name one Rainbow. Yeah, I got bored.
-Talked to Cass. Figured out that odds are good that, at this moment in time, the wedding is still go. Did not cry about the fact that this means I have to go search for a dress tomorrow, and I imagine there will be measurements and judgements and not enough alcohol in the world to deal with the fallout of that. Yes, I deal with problems responsibly.

It's awfully cold in here. I think I'm going to go find my sheets, make my bed, and nap a smidge before I'm off to the chopping block. Wish me luck?

Why did none of you point this out to me ages ago? WHY? *dies in a giggle fit*