Sunday, February 7, 2010

A series of names or other items written or printed together in a meaningful grouping or sequence so as to constitute a record: a list of members.

There's a collection of lists I had planned to finish today...

For instance, Madie's litter box is way past its day to be soaked, scrubbed, and sterilized until it resembles something more akin to a pee-box of lemon scented pleasantness.

The dishes are beginning to hover over the sink again. If I didn't take issue with the use of paper plates and cups(darn this new era of greenness),life would equal un-chipped fingernails and never having to rinse out a mug upon first awaking...*insertlongfulsighhere*

My school work took on another list of it's own. I have completed exactly one assignment and that's simply because it is due by 11pm tonight...Procrastination is my vice, if you weren't already aware.

There is a pile of cans and general car trash that has accumulated in the garage. See..It's like this;every morning I chunk my 3 bags (Lunch,School,Purse) into the passenger seat and climb in behind them holding my other vice: Caffeine. Only I never emptied out my cup holders from yesterday or lunch. or from ever. So every morning I remove one, set it on the floor outside my door (because who actually has time to get out of their car again?), and replace it with my mocha wonderfulness..

I had planned to do so much today.

But Sunday's always call for lunch after church, which always means a nap after lunch, which always equals 30 more minutes, which then inspires a sluggish evening of fiction reading, Gilmore Girls, and a day spent confined to my bed.

My heating blanket is on, the window is open, and that crisp wind--that can only come from night--is whispering in my ear, "who cares? It's Sunday."

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