I have this feeling that I'm running, running, running and just not getting anywhere.

The amount of things I need to accomplish is kind of mind-boggling. I was so overwhelmed last night that I basically procrastinated the whole time. Which led to me being even more overwhelmed this morning.

Totally craptacular.

I know what I need to do is keep up with the basics and not let everything get so piled up. I feel better when everything is nice and neat and put away. When the to-do list is manageable.

It's a matter of implementing these things.

I do okay at time management, but not always. I need to do better. The internet is usually infinitely more interesting than my reading for class (I have to read the book "The Great Meadow: Farming and Land Use in Colonial Concord" by Thursday. And it is every bit as torturous as it sounds). I know that this is not likely to change anytime soon.

Getting to bed on time is also an issue. I'm a night person. That is also not going to change. Probably not ever. It's a bad cycle because I feel guilty about all of the stuff I should have done during the day that I didn't, so I stay up late, wake up groggy and cranky (don't I always?), and be less productive again the following day.

Augh.

Well, speaking of procrastinating, I really need to get back to work. And then to bed.

Seriously.

I woke up this morning all stuffy, and it's gotten a little better, but not much. Now I'm all hot and fever-y and my throat hurts.

Crap. Crap crap crap. I hate having a cold. I feel I'm not sick enough to actually languish and sit home and eat bon-bons, but I'm miserable enough to be, well, miserable. I hope it doesn't get much worse. I know hot tea with honey and lemon helps, but I'm already hot. I suppose I could stand outside with my mug of tea.

What do they say? "Feed a cold and starve a fever."

(Ed's ears perked up with "starve." He's all "Really? We get to starve? When can we start?" Never, you mangy bastard. Go away. Join the snotty Kleenex in the garbage.)

To top it off, I went to the library this afternoon, and I left the milk sitting out on the counter after lunch. I walk in to my stinky milk apartment. Yuck.

Then (then!) I make eggs and cheese and sausage and toast for dinner. I burnt the toast. Not a little. Like one side of each piece was BLACK. There was smoke. So now I'm living in a sour milk and burnt toast love den with my cat.

I guess that's the one good thing about having a stuffy nose...