To Do

I feel like a crazy person this week.  

I've been late getting out of bed and have gone flying out the door like a mad woman every single day.  (In fact, if not for a well-timed text message from one of the girls on Thursday morning, I’m certain I wouldn’t have made it up before lunch.)  I'm trying to avoid the "If you're early, you're on time; if you're on time, you're late" speech from our office manager.  This talk is just one of the many services he provides.

My room’s a mess, laundry hasn’t been done in weeks, and there are actually Christmas decorations covering the floor around my bed.  What have I been doing these last few weeks?  I hope I still have a roommate.  I can’t be sure because I haven’t seen her in a while.

It may not help that I’ve been filling every moment of my days with ridiculous activities, all while manically making travel plans all across the country.  I’m driving to Charleston next week. I bought a plane ticket to Colorado yesterday.  Lindsay can expect me in D.C as soon as it warms up.  And I plan on ambushing Jessica in Hawaii in the next few months.  This is what happens when I have free time and a little encouragement.  Don’t even get me started on my plans for France when one of the Pi Phi women moves there this summer. 

So, I have the To Do list today - 

First, and I assume most importantly: Get off the computer.  

2) LAUNDRY.  The office has noticed my, er.. creative and last resort fashion choices this week.

3) Unload the 15 cans of soup from my trunk.  I may have gotten carried away by HT’s “buy 2 get 3 free” sale this week.  Com’on, this is lunch for like three weeks.  AND I used a coupon.  Oh whatever, leave me alone.  

4) Find my bedroom floor.  

5) Get to the gym.  Thanks to some fabulous new technology at work, we’ve tested how efficiently I burn calories on a daily basis.  It. sucks.  I’ve been whining all week and I’ll continue to do it here.  The doc at the office was the first test subject; his basal metabolic rate is around 3,000 calories just sitting around without any activity at all.  As the second guinea pig I topped out at 1,200 calories.  That’s it.  All day.  This means a chicken sandwich is likely to push me over the weight gain edge.  Hell, just the wine I drink in any given weekend probably maxes out my 1,200 calories.  EFF.  

6) Get my oil changed.  7) Refill all the various car fluids so the empty lights will go away. 8) Wash the car. It’s embarrassing.  9) Be grateful that car hasn’t given up and died from gross negligence.  

10) Call Austin back.  My brother has decided to go after his latest idea of becoming a bartender.  I’ve decided I’m in full support.  Well of course I would be. 

11) Seriously. GET OFF THE COMPUTER.  

((But, while I'm ON the computer.. I'll illustrate my point with the best post ever.  This is my life this week, in cartoon form: http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-why-ill-never-be-adult.html .   I love. ))