This weekend=FAIL

I'm going to try to blame it on last week's battle with the funk. I still don't know what ailment crippled me, but I was pretty sure all week that I was going to get a call from the CDC telling me that I needed to be quarantined. I had a list of things to do this weekend, and I got a whole lot of none of them done. So I'll talk about lists. I think to be good at life you need to make them and update them often (or maybe I should insert "to have OCD in life" there). I make all kinds of lists-here's a list of my lists:

1. Life List
2. To Do List
3. To Buy List
4. Vacation List (which spins off a Packing List)
5. Gift List (which can be listed as a sub-category under the To Buy List)
6. Grocery List (no fun version of the To Buy List)
7. List of People Who I Wish Would Get a Resistant Fungal Infection on Their Face

So you get the picture. The list of lists goes on and on. I love lists and they are perpetually updated. They make me feel like I get shit done, even if that shit is the actual making of the list. If you feel like you are productive, then you feel like you are good at life. Even if that productivity is slightly manufactured. It's all about perception.

*Token ADD Sidetrack Thought* One thing I did do this weekend is watch the first two episodes of The Pacific. And I learned that I never have an excuse to be afraid of anything unless I get put in a boat and driven up on the shore of a tropical island where a bunch of soldiers with guns are waiting to blast my face off. If the WWII vets could do that, then I should be able to try something only mildly life threatening. That's how I'm going to think next time I try something (say, kayaking?) that makes my heart try to scramble out of my esophagus. I will scream aloud, "IT'S NOT WAR!" It's my new mantra. And conquering fear is another way to get better at life.