2005-01-12 - 2:14 p.m.

>A Passel Of Musts

Must get past the monotony, or at least the appearance of monotony...

Must do something creative and gratifying...

Must eat sushi...

Must eat root-beer flavoured candy-canes (I have a love for artificial flavours. Sometimes I like the fake version of things even better than the real thing. Especially fake fruits like banana and lemon (but Rufus, bananas aren't fruits, they're blah blah blah.. No! You are wrong they are fruits. They have seeds, they are a pile of starch, they are fruits). Soda pop flavored candy is the best though. Cola bottle gummies! Delectable! Root beer popsicles! Wonderments!)...

Must stop lying on the couch (Thanks for the editor's eye, LJ - I originally wrote "coach" there) clutching my (insert current pain-signal-carrying nerve plexus here) until I fall asleep and only wake up when the obnoxious late-night commercials inform me that I must sleep in closer proximity to my alarm clock...

Must not make Veggieburger Helper anymore (Recipe: Purchase Hamburger helper, replace beef with ground soy product, stuff intestines back into coelom)...

Must stop pining for the Bee who is living up to her name by sleeping hundreds of kilometers away, waiting for her sister's baby to pop out, and passing the time with an entire suitcase full of journal articles...

Must stop avoiding writing because "I'm too tired" or "I'm too sick" or "I can't think of anything." I will always be tired and sick and thoughtless, but that shouldn't stop me...

Must wash dishes (damn dishes, strewn dishes)...

Must install my new hard drive (xmas gift)...

Must cash this growing pile of cheques. How archaic! Promissory pieces of paper...

Must learn not to be annoyed by the non-Canadian way of spelling "cheques" ("checks")...

Must point out that I generally write my blog with Canadian spellings ("grey," "catalogue,"), but I try to write comments to American folks with American spellings. Isn't that so Canadian of me? Inordinately proud of my subversive Canadian-ness, and yet too polite to push it on people...

Must buy new pants, because where have all my pants gone? ("Long time passing...") Where have my brown corduroy cargo pants gone? ("Long time ago...") Must find out...

Must also find the evil creature that keeps stealing books from me. I put them down somewhere and they disappear. Has anybody seen my copy of "Terminal Experiment" by Robert Sawyer? I have torn the place apart for it...

Must write Rdot back. Must finish that story she wanted to read. Must finish that other autobiographical story, the one I want to post on Groundhog Day, because that is the gruesome anniversary...

Must stop blaming my body for the failings of my mind. There is no good reason for me not to be writing my brains right out of my head...

Right out of my head!