Allie knows me too well:
I’d put in things like “opening mail” and “keeping on top of coursework”, and I do manage to clean the cat box every day, but otherwise, yeah.
Wally Torta Muzik (Muzik Torta?) has the same thing going on:
My father used to ask me when I was going to grow up. Except he often used to insert “the hell” between “when” and “I”. And I would answer him “April 12, 1978.” . . .Now, suddenly, in a warp of time, space, and some a them string-theory dimensions, I find myself way way over on the other side of April 12, 1978 without having made the slightest bit of progress in my quest.
So I’m in good company, I guess, even though I can’t really draw.
Which mean I’m behind good company.
Figures.
h/t: Hyperbole and a Half and CrackskullBob
just finishing st.cavell’s memoir and in some ways it is an extended meditation on just this, not easy to get things done when you don’t fit into any of the ready-made channels that many folks slide down (up?), not easy making something out of little to nothing. did you ever see the flick my life is in turnaround? not a good film and yet for a certain post-beasties period in nyc it was too close to home.
I may not have hit “system failure” yet, but I sure have found “system overload”…
http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/03/21/were-all-badgers-now/?hp