In southeast missouri, where i done growed up, nothin hollers PROVIDER MATERIAL like driving real slow-like down main street with a deer carcass in the bed of your pickup, so metaphorically speaking, that's what i did o'er the weekend. Trotted around the house like I had big game in my trunk, instead of actually puttin' food on the table. That is to say, I gave it one shot, then drove everyone around me mad with blood lust.
There's just no extra effort in me lately, not enough to fill the square footage of my big ideas, anyhow. I am using optical illusions to make it seem as though my potential is cozy and warm. There is only so much you can do with forced perspective, and there are whole parts of the landscape I cannot begin to cover with the outline of my thumb, no matter how close I press it up against my eyeball. If I could just get my projected output to make nice with my actual input, I might just experience peace in my time.
I have had just ONE thing I needed to accomplish since Friday, and I guess the good news is that means I only have ONE thing I need to accomplish before midnight but lord I am easily distracted. My Friday and Saturday did not make the world a better place, and I apologize to the entire Generation of Y, because I know they are not the least bit interested in wish postponement.
Writing in this journal and takin pictures does not count against my time management, though, because it is the one product out of my factory where the public is bound to get its money's worth.
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I haven't accomplished my one thing that I gave myself to do this weekend, either. This is after whittling my list down from 10 MUST-DOS to "if I only really had to absolutely get one of these things done, which would it be?"
So I think you're still ahead.
i dunno. somehow the ONE thing i needed to do turned into TWO ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY THINGS ONE OF WHICH INVOLVES A LEAKY TOILET and now i am 95% behind.
i did accomplish one planned thing, which involved a figurative vat of chicken.
(The vat was figurative, the chicken was actual.)
I figure there are at least 4-5 hours till bedtime. Something might still be accomplished. Damn those showers, though...they take up too much time, especially with the hair washing and drying and all.
But one does need a shower after a vat of chicken. Seriously.
HA! I win!! I accomplished the thing!! (Don't ask what it was, for certainly the masses can argue about its relative value to the gross national product. The point is: THE THING WAS ON MY LIST AND I DID IT!!)
What, gloating is tactless? Oh. Sorry.
miss syl and shari, i guess the good news is that you only accomplished one more thing than i did this weekend.
ugh.
brandon, for what it's worth, i still haven't crossed anything off my list from last week except get really sore. and i'm not so sure that counts for much except overachieving at underachieving.
maybe this week?
meh, this week is shot as far as i'm concerned. i made my mom cry on mother's day. that bodes poorly for the next few days.
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