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Bullettime!: First thing's first....

The last week has gone by really slowly/terrifyingly easily. At the same time. Mildly unsettling.

I need to get moving. Do stuff. It's just...so grey outside. And dark down here. I can't wait to move out. I'll get so much more done, I'm sure of it. Ironically I won't be able to move out until I start getting more done.

Life can be such a bitch, eh?


So, I need to...do things! Ergo, BULLETTIME!
  • stand up.
  • turn on lamp (light helps?).
  • get coffee.
  • (optional: make to-do list/post-its.)
  • get more coffee. lots more. 
  • edit Bad Movie Monday review.
  • schedule auto-post for BMM.
  • eeeerrr.........
  • make bed?
I'll have to consult that to-do list/post-its to figure out what else needs doing. I should put that on my to-do list....


Oh! Addendum!
  • look for jobs/form some kind of plan
  • workout
  • fill out loan shit
  • go to work! early!
  • moar! 
It's funny how easily those things escape me when I'm not paying attention.
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