Planning is Key

Have you ever had one of those weeks weekends where you just didn’t feel like doing much of anything?

Chores? Pfft. To hell with chores. No-one I know needs clean clothes anyway.

Catching up on that DIY project? Blech. The tools disappeared and somebody stepped in the paint and who needs a new shelf anyway?

Reading the next chapter of that incredibly boring poignant biography on that guy who is famous for doing that thing 300 years ago but his wife is actually the one who did all the work (and really, isn’t that just typical?) that’s like 10,000 pages long for book club? Who has the time? And quite frankly, I need to figure out who the hell chose this month’s book in the first place and start a campaign to get them banished from book club … eventually, when I have time.

Dinner? You’re asking me about dinner? You know where the phone is AND how to use it. You really should be talking over this whole dinner issue with the pizza guy. Did I teach you nothing?

Go out? Tonight? Are you insane?

Getting ahead of the game with work by going over that motivational speech on time management and fine-tuning all of the points you need to make in your presentation? Eh. The laptop is like two rooms and a hallway away and it’s really just too much to get into right now anyway. Besides, that’s what tomorrow is for.




3 thoughts on “Planning is Key

  1. Chores are overrated – is the world really going to end if you don’t vacuum that carpet or take back that overdue tape to Blockbuster? DIY is a pain in the ass – that’s why there are pros who do these things for a living, are you a communist and trying to ruin the economy by not keeping them employed?! The next chapter of that book does sound appealing – but so do the fifty-five after that and then I’ve shot the whole weekend and I’ll feel so guilty about it and feel even worse all next week when I don’t have any time to read at all, so where’s the upside? If the pizza guy can’t find your house he should be fired on the spot – actually, given how often I order, he should just BE HERE NOW with what I always get! Look at the dog! Does the dog look worried about any of this? Who’s happier, me or the dog? So who’s doing it right and who’s all messed up – me or the dog?!

    But the dog doesn’t get any wine or margaritas. One must have limits and standards.

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