Carrots 'n' Coke

There comes a point in the evening when it's intellectually time to go to bed, but emotionally you haven't given up on the day yet. You've met your quota for "Things to do in a day", but you have a hankering for more and you refuse to go to bed unsatisfied. TV won't do it. Movies won't do it. Video games won't do it. All the books you want to read are in the library, which is closed at this hour. So you go to the fridge, because stimulating your taste buds is a reasonable substitute for stimulating your mind; ask a third of North America. And you open the fridge and you see the ginormous bag of baby carrots and the half-bottle of Diet Coke, and it's rather sickening to consider how happy you become.

Yes, I currently have a quota for "Things to do in a day". It's 2. I can accomplish only two things in a day. I'd like to do more, but I've got three weeks until school and all my friends have day jobs and I'm living in Saskatoon. I've got tasks, chores, goals to accomplish now that I'm here again, but if I get all productive I would everything done inside of a week and then I'll be left with long empty days in this town. It's like Schenectady, if Schenectady were in the Canadian Prairies.

Today I helped Hippie Crystal move and had the Dell Guy replace my laptop's motherboard. Helping Crystal move wasn't really a "thing to accomplish" so much as a "thing to do". Perhaps there's no distinction. I don't know. I shall ponder this on a future date and consider that a "thing to accomplish". Other things to accomplish:

1. Put away clothing.
2. Re-arrange livingroom furniture.
3. Sell stock.
4. Research status of utility bills.
5. Cancel appropriate utility services.
6. Research cellphone options.

Aw crap, that's nothing. At two per day I'll be out of stuff to do by Friday. Oh, I almost forgot "Remove/back-up songs on iPod, put new WFMU comps on iPod" and ...

... nope, that's it. So I've got half of Friday covered.

Oh! "Make curry". Booyah! That gets me to the weekend, and I'm sure the weekend will offer plentiful ideas for future diversions. Ah, Saskatoon, how I love your inadequate number/quality of art house movie theatres, live music venues, and museums.

The world's a mess, it's in my kiss.*

*not a terribly appropriate lyric, but it's what came to me. And it's X, so who knows what the fuck it really means