I have a problem with priorities.
Take today for example.
I came home cold, tired and hungry. Also my hair was skanky and my house was a mess.
The Mental To-Do List said:
- hot bath (+wash hair)
- tidy up.
The main problem with this list was the order. If I went directly to bed, I would not only forfeit £200, I would also not achieve any of the other things on the list. The same risk hung over the bath.
Besides. I was hungry.
So I braved the kitchen.
Actually that’s a lie. First of all I sat in a heap on the sofa for almost an hour until I could work up the energy to brave the kitchen. If I’d had any milk I would have eaten muesli and ignored the rest, probably falling asleep on the sofa. As it was I emptied and filled the dishwasher and made the best easy-dinner I’ve made for a long time – not that I’ve really cooked anything in ages: Onions, Mince, Vap* and Fresh Tagliatelle. Frying onions has to be one of the best smells ever :).
Now that I’ve eaten (at the computer :S) I suppose I’d better tackle the rest of the things on my list.
But I don’t wanna.
I have 37 ideas for interesting writings in my head. And the computer’s on, and the keyboard’s warmed up. And my computer-blanket is good for snuggling into. And tidying up is dull.
Except I know I’ll regret not-doing-it tomorrow.
So I’d better peel myself off my rocking stool and get my cleaning hat on.
I don’t really have a cleaning hat.
* short for ‘evaporated milk’