Me and David in Chopsticks restaurant in Gainesville Saturday. It’s kinda hard to tell, but David didn’t really want to kill the photographer. Honest. A rare shot of me donning a hat.
So the last couple of days have been good to me. After getting back home from Gainesville around 3pm on Sunday, I spent a good chunk of time getting the images you saw in my last entry ready for posting to the local Ultimate Frisbee discussion board.
Got to chat with Tex last night! Well, technically, I guess it was this morning. Tex is a good friend of mine that works for a certain large software company based out of Redmond, Washington. We bitched about bad user-interface design, in particular, the design of the latest edition of MSN Messenger for Windows. Did you know you can browse the web inside your contact list? Why god, why?
Ended up getting pretty early, or, as Mom likes to put it, “burning the candle at both ends of the stick”. That has got to stop. That and a whole bunch of other things. So this morning I made a list, a whole bunch of ideas/priniciples/resolutions which I’m going to try and satisfy. Among them: go to bed by midnight at latest during weeknight, have a tea in the morning, to eat a proper breakfast (this has been suffering as of late), to arrive at work by 8, to figure out a proper budget (not just the intuitive one I’ve been using), pay off the money I owe Mom & Dad, pay off my Canadian taxes, pay off the remainder of my provincial and federal student loans and not to let the heap of laundry in my room grow so big.
These things are all fixable. Some of these things weren’t problems until recently.
For example, I didn’t owe Mom & Dad money until I fell asleep at the wheel of their car two days before last Christmas and side-swiped a parked ’94 Nissan Micra on the other side of the road. Thankfully it was 7am on a Sunday and I was the only person on the road.
Guess that was lack of sleep. You see? It all ties together nicely. Heh.
And for some reason, lately — in the past two weeks or so — I haven’t been able to keep up with either my dirty clothes or my dishes. They just sort of fall by the wayside on my list of things to do. I can feel my standards slipping!
Do you live by yourself? How do you motivate Mister/Miss Clean?