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I hate having a page-long to-do list - duties all lined up like rabid attack dogs just growling, waiting to jump me all at once.
I took yesterday off. To sleep in, to write up a to-do list in shiny peach gel ink, and ruthlessly cross off every item except two in stark black ink. When the sun shone on it, all you could see was the dark slashes across white paper. I didn't finish sorting my clothes, and I didn't go for a walk.
Put an ass-load of things in the basement (bigger than a butt-load, smaller than a metric butt-load) and I feel more organized. Not completely, otherwise I wouldn't have had the attack of hiccups in the evening, but hey, we all have our little stress episodes.
Work duties are worse, because people ask me for things, and sometimes I remember to put them on the white board, but right now I've got a list of eight, and only one on the board. Wiping and reloading the PC in C405 has been there since August 1st. Suckage.
Marginally grumpy because MCIS hasn't given me the IP I need, and I need to tromp down to CT to look at an address book.
I took yesterday off. To sleep in, to write up a to-do list in shiny peach gel ink, and ruthlessly cross off every item except two in stark black ink. When the sun shone on it, all you could see was the dark slashes across white paper. I didn't finish sorting my clothes, and I didn't go for a walk.
Put an ass-load of things in the basement (bigger than a butt-load, smaller than a metric butt-load) and I feel more organized. Not completely, otherwise I wouldn't have had the attack of hiccups in the evening, but hey, we all have our little stress episodes.
Work duties are worse, because people ask me for things, and sometimes I remember to put them on the white board, but right now I've got a list of eight, and only one on the board. Wiping and reloading the PC in C405 has been there since August 1st. Suckage.
Marginally grumpy because MCIS hasn't given me the IP I need, and I need to tromp down to CT to look at an address book.
