My last few days have been a big waste, in my mind at least. It's sort of ironic that I complain about not being able to do anything when normally I'd be doing nothing regardless of my health.
C'est pathétique, je sais.
But I'm just regurgitating what I wrote the other day. And, truth be told, I'm better now. *Please, no applause necessary.*
I'm just trying to figure out how to divvy out the rest of my spare time. Let's see...
I have an appointment Monday with the Shriver Center to fix up a resume and cover letter. What for? For something I will not presently be revealing. But I'm excited by the prospects...
I gotta get to all my paper links- web addresses (or people, movie titles, etc.) that I've encountered over the last few months while reading. A whole lot of these.
I need to finish my library books, one or two of which I may actually write about. Then I plan to move on to some literature I bought for myself, but haven't had a chance to read yet. Survivor and Good Omens come to mind.
I haveta organize my CDs and DVDs- I would also like to create a database on my machine that would let me keep track of 'em. Something (semi-)automated would be nice, like those DVD tracker lists people have online.
Finally, I must stop writing about the things I need to do, and actually do them!
Now how's that for self-conscious, non-fiction writing?
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