A little worse for wear after St Patrick's Day.

Last night, I thought of no less than six phrases which would've made for great blog titles.
Now I can't remember any of them.
Today I threw out a toaster oven that was given to my parents as a wedding present.
It was about thirty years old, and it finally stopped working. This, in addition to a little too much fun last night, has me keenly aware of my own mortality.
So, this weekend has been filled with procrastination. Today, on the last day of my vacation, it must end.
Things that need to be done must be done, and et cetera. Also, add my laundry to that list. >_O