NaBloPoMo Weekend Final Edition

Oh glory of glories, it is Sunday. Luckily I don’t have to go back to work until Tuesday, but Sunday’s still feel a bit urgent non the less.

On Sundays there is always a sense of urgency. Everything you planned on doing over the weekend is still piled up on your to do list, and now you only have a few waning hours of sunlight to get it all done.

Read War and Peace
Cure Cancer
Get Angelina Jolie to stop adopting babies from third world countries
Do the laundry

I will admit, this is a pretty ambitious list. I always set my goals high for the weekends. I really should not even bother to add so much during football season, but I am a work horse, and it’s hard to cut back.

The seemingly immpossible ones are an intricate part of my system. I wake up on Monday mornings and have to go to work sans underwear because the monumental pile of laundry that has over flowed the hamper and now creates a fire hazard by blocking the doorway is still there. In a taunting fashion there are probably a dozen pair of dirty underwear sitting high atop the pile. Instead of feeling depressed about not completing my to do list I just turn on the TV and see Jolie has scooped up another stray child; this time from Djabouti. I scoop up my unopened copy of War and Peace and use it to beat a path through the door.

As I descend the steps I think to myself, “Well, I didn’t do the laundry, but I also failed to read War and Peace and stop Jolie’s depleting of sweat-shop labor. If you’re going to fail; fail big.”

Besides, there is always the possibility that some of that mold growing on my dirty clothes might just hold the cure for Cancer.

I need to research that.

I’ll put it on next weekend’s to do list.