A Snotty Nose & a Sense of Underachievement

I'm overwhelmed again. The never ending list gets longer... like a gardener's work that is never done, but far less of a pleasant sensation than a gardener may have. I want 6 months off life to get on top of things or i at least want the overdrive to stay up late and get it all done. I continually add to my lists of things to do. One step forward, two steps back. I want some feeling of major accomplishment that is deserving of an indulgent holiday. Maybe i just want the holiday without a long list to return to.

I wonder if this blog will get physically removed from blogspot for proliferation of boring information? Sorry suckers, I'm hooked now and need this outlet. It's different to my diary which reads: okay day, went to soccer training without mojo, left early. house needs cleaning. get up early tomorrow. i won't stay in bed so long during summer. bad allergies or a cold. don't know.

Anyways, the good news is my brain hasn't dived as low as last week and i've just bought (from itunes - how modern!) some of the music by Vladimir Cosma from the French film 'My Father's Glory' and 'My Mother's Castle'. Films i saw in the early to mid 90s with melodies in the soundtrack that still ring in my head.

On an entirely opposing matter, i put a euphemistic booty call out to the BOI (boy of interest) on Saturday night - partly disguised as an invitation to play cards in my cubbyhouse. He had to decline but said it sounded good and called me by the nickname he's given me. Is this progress? Who gives a flying fuck? He's on a time limit and his number will auto-delete from my phone if there's no reciprocal invitation within 28 days. I'm serious. That'll be something ticked off the list.