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it still counts as a plan

really, my plans today involve cleaning the place, which is very noble, until you consider the fact that it's afternoon and i'm talking about my plans for the day as if it isn't already half over, or as if i didn't already waste time because it would be ridiculous to expect that i could do housework while i'm still finishing my coffee, which i'm doing at a pace that could generously be called tectonic. and, of course, it was important that i stop to play around with what colours to put on my face, because having the right lipstick is really super-important when you're vacuuming. and it's important to keep up on breaking news, which is why i had to pause and watch something on the discovery channel about the assassinations of american presidents. i'd hate to miss the one show where they're finally able to reveal some footage of a dude on the grassy knoll with a sniper's rifle.

in fact, a lot of my weekends end up like this, with a grand plan to do lots of work around the house, which desperately needs it, that devolves into a plan to do a couple of loads of laundry before the pile collapses and one of the cats has to dig their way out. but that does not mean i'm lazy. it just means that i am mastering the art of remaining calm and doing things at a slow and steady pace. and nothing is more important than remaining calm in the face of a crisis.

[and nothing is more important than me taking more time out of the day to blog about the fact that i'm taking time to do things other than what i theoretically know i should be doing.]



this reminds me- do i need to join pinterest? i heard it equated to online scrapbooking, which scares me a little, but i do keep finding interesting/ attractive images on people's boards and i thought it might be an awesome way to drop hints as to what people could get me for birthdays, christmas, other random times when they want to make me smile. but do i really need more of an online presence? and is this something that would warrant looking into? would it warrant looking into right now? because, if it's important enough to be on pinterest, i could postpone my day's plans a little...

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