Monday--the first 15 minutes

As I sit down to write, it has been Monday for six minutes. Here's what I've worried about:

Will George stay mad at Meredith on Grey's Anatomy?
Should I wake up the child to give him an electrolyte solution?
Will I have to account for my decision in court?
Why do I still smell barf?
Izzy was pretty harsh to Meredith. I wonder if they'll ever be friends again.
Is it in my hair?
On my jammies?
On something in my office?
I hope Alexandra has forgiven me for that thing I did back in 2002.
Do I really smell barf or am I having a barf hallucination?
If I tell the doctor on Wednesday that I think I'm having barf hallucinations, will she send me away?
What if I spend the rest of my life shuffling between institutions?
Sanitarium? Sanitorium? Why don't I know the difference?
Do they publish the names of institutionalized people on the web?
Would Mrs. Parpierson recognize my name and think "Ha! That's the brat that called me fat when she was in grade 2. Looks like she got what was coming to her!"
Am I going to get what's coming to me? Will that be good or bad?
I wonder if it's a sin to really feel contempt for one's priest.
Did I wash Smoochie's new pajamas before dressing him in them?
Will he absorb horrible third-world sweatshop chemicals and become brain-damaged or very violent?
Where are the special needs schools located in Calgary? Will he have to be bused or should we move?
Why am I looking on the web for special needs schools in Calgary at 12.15am on a Monday morning?

Hane, can you answer that?
Did you make it back safely from Red Deer with the hunting bow or will i read about a very strange accident in the paper, one that will eventually find itself on CSI?