I washed and dressed up tidy for a phone appointment, because that is the man I am.

I recall planning a bunch of deep insightful points about my life and how the world is currently falling apart while insomnia was keeping me awake into the small hours.  But in the light of day I remember them not.  Planning entries for this thing never leads to those plans achieving anything.  My memory is conman, convincing me I can trust it even when experience has taught me I can't.