Elusive.
I'm doing this theme for November (No-Think-Vember!) and I want to sort of panic today so, instead, I'm writing it out (bitch) and this is where I'm writing so that my LiveJournal crew will stop kvetching.
"Whine whine whine, we want to read your WORDS, whine whine whine, STORIES please, whine whine whine."
I just motivated my mother in the last three hours to complete everything on her to-do list for her day off. Unfortunately, this means that my own to-do list for my own day off is very far behind and is stressing me out. Should I choose, I could do something about this, but I put things off during normal months and No-Think-Vember is very helpful for procrasinatory action. Hot, hot tomorrow goodness.
I'm thinking too much even while I write this, I realized just now. The actual time elapsed between the last paragraph and this one is about ten minutes of finger tapping on the keyboard and choosing a new podcast to listen to and staring at the ceiling and thinking about stuff.
It is difficult to alter these paths, friends. I have a tough road to hoe. Row to hoe. Make hay while the sun shines. Other farm metaphors.
I accidentally set up my Netflix to send me disc three of the miniseries "John Adams" before disc two of the same miniseries. This really shook me up. Especially since I let my friend Christina borrow Definitely, Maybe (four stars, I watched it twice - once with commentary, once without but in the opposite order from how I just listed the viewings because that is the Way It Is Done) and she hadn't sent it back yet so I was waiting, waiting, waiting and thinking about upping my subscription back up to three movies intead of two, JUST so I wouldn't have to watch this show out of order.
Then, today, it showed up at Netflix HQ and my world is set back to rights without having to dole out that two dollars that was just now going to slide across the internet tabletop so that once again I could have THREE movies sitting on my DVD player for weeks at a time instead of TWO.
That was seriously a cleansing experience to type that out. I feel better now. Tackling the day.
Link: "When the time comes to cross your river, you don't ask questions. You cross."
"Whine whine whine, we want to read your WORDS, whine whine whine, STORIES please, whine whine whine."
I just motivated my mother in the last three hours to complete everything on her to-do list for her day off. Unfortunately, this means that my own to-do list for my own day off is very far behind and is stressing me out. Should I choose, I could do something about this, but I put things off during normal months and No-Think-Vember is very helpful for procrasinatory action. Hot, hot tomorrow goodness.
I'm thinking too much even while I write this, I realized just now. The actual time elapsed between the last paragraph and this one is about ten minutes of finger tapping on the keyboard and choosing a new podcast to listen to and staring at the ceiling and thinking about stuff.
It is difficult to alter these paths, friends. I have a tough road to hoe. Row to hoe. Make hay while the sun shines. Other farm metaphors.
I accidentally set up my Netflix to send me disc three of the miniseries "John Adams" before disc two of the same miniseries. This really shook me up. Especially since I let my friend Christina borrow Definitely, Maybe (four stars, I watched it twice - once with commentary, once without but in the opposite order from how I just listed the viewings because that is the Way It Is Done) and she hadn't sent it back yet so I was waiting, waiting, waiting and thinking about upping my subscription back up to three movies intead of two, JUST so I wouldn't have to watch this show out of order.
Then, today, it showed up at Netflix HQ and my world is set back to rights without having to dole out that two dollars that was just now going to slide across the internet tabletop so that once again I could have THREE movies sitting on my DVD player for weeks at a time instead of TWO.
That was seriously a cleansing experience to type that out. I feel better now. Tackling the day.
Link: "When the time comes to cross your river, you don't ask questions. You cross."