Work now until 9 tonight
Soft scrub sinks
Mop and sweep back room
Close the store
Work tomorrow 5 to 9
School tomorrow 8:30 to 3:45
Kindergarten tutoring 7:15
Drop Vicky off 8:00
Finish New York position paper before midnight Friday
Clean room before next week
Do blog project
Read til ch 6 in Great Gatsby
Sign up for SAT
Deposit checks
Apply for DR trip
Put oil in car
Get gas
Get Bryn a cookbook
Prep for worship on Sunday
USH homework due tomorrow
Finish AP apps
Jam Friday night
Order balloons for Cat In the Hat Day
Get Mrs. S a receipt
Practice balloon sculpting
Pick Brittany up from work
Organize clothes
Organize papers
Go to yoga
Make New York payments
A to-do list is a frightening thing. A to-do list is a liberating thing. A to-do list is something you torment yourself with before you know it's depth or length. A to-do list is subject to inverse ninja law, which denotes that the fewer there are, the more capable they are of bringing life to a halt.
I find that the less I have to do, the more panicked I become about the list's inhabitants. When I'm bogged down by many parts, all vying for my time, I find I am less available to my worries. No other part of my life can rule me, because my list's constituents are needy and exhaustive.
They excrete themselves from my pen, my mouth, my eyes. Ink, breath, water; all are tainted with their manipulative and commanding presence. I alone am not enough to satisfy these gluttons. They use me as a conduit, simply to inflict any soul willing to listen with their desperations.
So I choke on them. And next week, when they are deceased with oxygen deprivation, the new list's tenants will feel my rebellious streak as I strike them down and out without air.
