This time of year is so hectic. I barely manage my day-to-day responsibilities in August, by December I'm Rumsfeld and my life is Iraq. It’s a nasty-ass cluster fuck, and I have no idea what’s happening, where and to whom. So, I’ve got a To-Do-List.
I’m not really a “list person” per se, so this is new to me. I find that keeping a list is difficult enough, I can’t begin to wrap my head around organization and prioritization. Basically, whenever something pops into my head, I write it down. The life-altering, the important, the timely, the trivial, the petty, the ridiculous, if it needs to get done, it goes on the list. As a result, the list is a strange and often disturbing look into my stream of consciousness.
- mail letter/CD
- panty exchange
- replace G-Man homework folder
- pay electricity bill
- Savin iLL show same night as Gimme Gimme show? check that
- when is Sam back? Haircut
- bread, soda, milk, clementines, tissues, kitty litter
- check w/Dad regarding G gift
- deposit check
- dry clean jacket
- get kitties fixed
- wasabi peanuts, expiration?
- fencing lessons?
- 69 Love Songs
- write letter for Traci
- cookie dough, make poundage?
- inspection
- winter concert-tell Sue
- order replacement Playmobil camel and tassels
It’s the camel and the tassels that made this worth sharing—or maybe the panty exchange…
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