I have spoken word audio I want to record. Chapbooks I want to create. Books I want to read. Poems and stories to write. Masks to make. Shows to watch. Chairs to buy (long story). Letters to write (longer story). Clothes to donate and Ugly Shirts to buy. A house to clean and organize. Photos to edit and post. Posts to write. Lots of mundane chores and personal hygiene tasks (my bathroom needs cleaned, my sheets need washed, and the beard needs shaved. Aren’t you glad you asked?). Poker to play and study. Work to do. Dishes to be washed. Trash to be gathered and taken out. Data to be backed up. Floors to be vacuumed. Exercise and food to be bought. Taxes to be done and passport paperwork. A catbox to empty. Bills to pay. Technology to learn. Places to take my girlfriend. Goals to be attacked. Finances to be organized. Organs to be stolen for donation (hey, it’s a quick buck. Don’t pretend like you’ve never done it). A cat to be taken to the vet. Oil to be changed in my car. Jerks to off (wait, think I got that one wrong). And so much more.

Thing is, a lot of times when I am doing one of these things, no matter how industrious I am being, I always feel like I should be doing something else. Knock the fun stuff off the list (like reading and watching TV) and I am still left with a lot of things I enjoy and that really do need done. But when I am, let’s say, playing poker or reading about it or watching it (poker is a need isn’t it?), I know my time is probably better spent learning new tech that actually applies to my work. Or before doing this I really should be cleaning the bathroom (for the love of gog!) OK, so poker doesn’t need to be done, but all work and no play…makes me cranky.

I know it’s all a matter or prioritizing my priorities, but I tend to flit from task to task regardless of what I am doing. If I am washing dishes I will do a sink-full, then move onto getting the trash together, then sit down and watch 20 minutes of some drama, then get a load of laundry in, then back to the dishes, chat at people online for a bit, then maybe read a few pages of one of the several books I usually have going.

This is just a long way of saying, Thursday is chore night and the girlfriend is coming over tomorrow after work. So we’ll see what gets done. I know what has to be done, but we’ll see what I get to. She’d say I have to do nothing, but then she’s the first one to make sure her place is all nice before I come over, and I tell her she doesn’t have to do anything special. Ha!

OK then, the list:

1. Pay Bills. (done)
2. Data Backup. (done)
3. Laundry. (in progress)
4. Catbox. (done)
5. Trash. (done for tonight)
6. Bathroom. (mostly)
7. Dishes.

In the end I’ll probably just watch Tudors and end up doing some organ running.