I plan to have a great day at work, getting there on time (in spite of myself). It'll be one of those days where I have to turn down tips (though I've recently been told that gifts are fine, which is always an odd thing to me). I will NOT have any trouble eating lunch, no med induced food aversion will close my throat, and my new z-coil's will keep my legs and feet happy.
Then I'll come home, pack for my weekend's hedonistic pleasure with lunar_phoenix and dragonwitchling, flirt perniciously chat with griffen, post something to LJ called "Well, There Was Always Plan 'B'" to LJ, and get a good night's sleep. As in crashing the same time Roni does.