...By this time, I should be doing laundry. Great, I needed that, except for the general anxiety that was fine, until I discovered I was out of detergent. What do my mind do? Spin off on a tangent and go all out panic-mode rather than let me wait calmly as I know I should do.

Now the store is open, and I'm not in a state to do anything. Great. Take off and screw yourself, head.