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Tuesday, July 18, 2006
dial M for Milly
Tuesdays don't get any credit, I feel sorry for them , I really do.
Do you ever get the feeling like there's millions of things you should be doing instead of what you aredoing? The to do list could stretch on for decades, yet all you can muscle up the energy to do is watch a movie, or read blogs? But the whole time you're avoiding the must-do-things, your brain wont let you rest completely, because it keeps bugging you about what you ought to get up and do.
Then, you start to stand up, reluctant but unable to resist anylonger, and realize that there really isn't anything to do. The house is as clean as it needs to be, no one is hungry, and the beds are all made up with clean sheets. So you really do have a reason to sit down for a moment, and enjoy a good movie or whatever.
I hate these moments. Becuase as soon as I have nothing SUPER important to do, my brain starts to rumage for something not so important, but neccesary nonetheless. Such as calling up friends you haven't spoken to in months. Picking up that book you meant to finish weeks ago. Bakeing those cookies that everyone likes so much. For me, writing that book that I keep dreaming up new ideas and characters for, yet never get around to concentrating the ideas onto paper and organizing them.
I suppose everyone does this, especially in this day in age where there never seems to be enough hours in the day to get things done. Damn the 21st century. It makes even the most fun-seeming tasks impossibly difficult to get around to.
Robbie called me this afternoon... *sigh* When will that boy learn that his phone conversations mean less than squat to me? I'm surprised anyone talks to him, because a conversation with him consists of you repeating, 'uh huh' 'oh really?' 'that's crazy' 'no wonder *blahblahblah* gets paid so much'. Never lets you get in a real word, but he's allways making it seem like the conversation has no topics. Maybe one day he'll figure out that when there's air in a parley, and you try right away to fill it, the parley has transformed into a monologue. I could sit the phone down for 20 minutes and he wouldn't even notice my absence. No wonder he hasn't had a girlfriend in 4 years.
That's enough from me. I'll be off to my 'to-do list' now. Wish me luck!