what i feel like doing today:
9 am: pad out of bed and very slowly clean up kitchen and other mess accumulated in past 24 [sick] hours
11 am: lie down on couch and watch trashy AM TV
1 pm: read blogs and catch up with you all
6 pm: eat something slightly inappropriate for dinner, like cereal.
9 pm: doze off in nyquil-induced coma
what i will be doing today
now: clean up / get ready for work
8 am: see patients while attempting not to spread germs across NC
6 pm: go home and feel sorry for self while intermittently answering pages overnight — oh god, i hear it going off already:
a very special list of the week
so did you think my love for lists just came out of nowhere? that one day i got my hands on getting things done and was hooked?
nah — the powerful drive to put pen to paper and catalog/archive/spell out has been present since day one. even my 3rd grade-era diary is filled with lists [“my top 5 friends” was a rotating classic]. anyway, perhaps it is in my genes, or maybe i just absorbed these tendencies through careful observation of . . . well, this:
one page out of hundreds (more?) in my father’s personal music catalog
it’s true, dad — i learned it by watching you!! [