I am starting to realize that I expect more from the 24 hours in a day than those 24 hours have to offer me. I am not Jack Bauer. I cannot, realistically, accomplish all of the things I set out to do in a day. It's so friggin frustrating. I write these lists of things to do and can only accomplish, like 1/4 of what I thought I'd get done. Today, for instance, I stayed home from "work" with the intent of accomplishing a whole assload of stuff. I won't bore you with the details but it involved schoolwork and running some errands and being back in time to go to an art lecture with my long, lost friend Erin (i'm just gonna use names now) and then we were going to go to my friend Freeborn's art show at first friday with Carolynne (my lovely business associate!) and it was going to be a fun art-filled and chilly evening. But nnoooooooooooo... I had to get up at noon like an asshole and accomplish very little and feel remarkably scatter-brained and I had to flake out on my friends at the last minute so I could stay home and finish up my homework. From now on I am only writing lists of things to do that have between 1 and 3 items on them and that's goddamn it for frig's sake.