...where nothing gets done that I planned to do. ARGHHH!!! Why, oh why, when the Lord created the earth couldn't He have made days have more than 24 hours. Better yet, why did He create man with a need for sleep?
I've started typing 'THE DIARY' and am finding that my goal of one page a day is not so good. I know, I know, I had originally said 20 minutes a day, but that's just plain frustrating. I thought changing my so-called goal to typing one page would be do-able, which it was whilst I was typing from already typed pages! Now I'm on to transcribing from the original diary, which is huge and cumbersome and hard to read too. Sigh. I am refusing to cut back though, because I have a goal and want to get it published so that it's no longer hanging over my head as a huge 'to-do' project.
Another question (while I'm pondering life and its problems)...why does society expect us to have clean houses anyway? Better yet, why can't I win the lottery so I can afford to have someone clean for me? Oh, and while I'm at it, why not throw a cook in too? And a chauffeur so that I don't have to waste time doing mundane things like grocery shop and run errands? Someone to bring me coffee and bonbons while I spend my entire time creating?
Oh to live in a perfect world!