Overload

I've come to the realisation that I've got too much going on in my life and something needs to be done about it. I turned my PVR recorder on last night to be confronted by a huge list of stuff I've recorded and not yet watched. I went upstairs and saw a mighty stack of books waiting to be read (and two more added today!). Next to that was last week's comics waiting to be read (to which can now be added this week's comics). I look at my computer desktop and there's a list of articles waiting to be written, and my book waiting to be finished. I look at myself in the mirror and I want to go for a run or jump on my bike.

There's just *so* much to do and not enough time.

That being the case, I've decided that I'm going to declutter my life. I reckon within two weeks - three at most - I can get all my books read, all my articles written, and all my TV shows watched. Then, and only then, do I think I'll be in a position to sit down and finish writing my book. I really, desperately want to do it, but I don't want to do it just to finish it; I want it to be finished and good. And there's also the added incentive of I know what I want to write next.

Also: then, and only then, will I get round to buying the third season of Battlestar Galactica on DVD.

Let the de-cluttering of my life commence.

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So the kids went back to school this week. Not my kids, I hasten to add; I don't have any kids. I mean 'the kids' as in 'kids in general.' Anyway, I'm having to get used to walking past the school near the office again when all the parents are dropping the squealing little spawns of their loins off at the gate. God, parents can be bumbling spackers when they mill around outside schools, can't they? They're completely oblivious to anyone other than themselves and their little ADD-riddled sprogs. I want to bitch-slap the lot of them.

That said, I got really wound up the other day when I heard an interview on the radio with some chav wench whose daughter plays truant all the time. She was moaning about the government's plans to punish parents whose kids skip school, and said that she phones the school the moment her daughter leaves the house to ask them to phone her back when she arrives. My first thought was this: rather than sit there watching 'Trisha' and 'Dale's Supermarket Sweep,' why not get up off your fat arse and walk your slacking little troglodyte to school? Problem solved. I really should be in politics.

*Calm*

Anyway, I found it particularly amusing on Wednesday to see the age-old 'first day back' sight of a little girl in her brand new school uniform crying outside the gate. Admittedly I maybe shouldn't have pulled her hair, pushed her over, and stolen her packed lunch, but these kids have got to learn someday that this isn't a perfect world we live in. Better to get used to it now.