Sunday again! How did that happen? The only time that time doesn't fly is when I'm slogging through the Hungarian at the temp job-in-a-box. There, each hour is a day long....and that time is somehow subtracted from the rest of my life.

Okay, that's not true. It only seems like it. The problem is that I have these heroic "to do" lists that make the epic of The Gilgamesh look like a day at the beach. Battle the forces of death to bring back your friend from the underworld? Pah, that's nothing! One day last week my tasks were to write up an invoice for an Avon customer, make an Avon delivery, Canvass 25 houses with personal contact, develop an insert for my catalogs, watch an hour long training video, organize all my files for the Avon business and All Around the House, clean out the car, bake a cake, do my nails, make a car payment, correct the phone bill, kill the algea in the pond and go grocery shopping...I guess I thought that the 8 hours I spent at the job-in-a-box and the two hours it takes to get back and forth to the job ( an hour down, an hour back) somehow "didn't count" And let me tell you, fighting a Friday night grocery line is every bit as terrifying as anything Enkidu may have encountered in the world of the Dead!....

No wonder I have asthma. I think I may be forgetting to breathe.

The really scarey thing is this: even though I managed to get about half of what was on my list done, I went to bed feeling like I hadn't accomplished a thing. What's up with that?

Clearly, I need to get some focus here. Prioritize. I should not be forgetting to do things like "eat dinner". But how does a person get into such a lifestyle as mine? How did I come to believe that almost anything else was more important than doing things like finding my rescue inhaler or taking my makeup off at night? How did I come to think of things like reading the newspaper as a "time sink"? It's the newspaper, for goodness sake! Isn't being informed a virtue? Besides, how long does it take to read it? I do it at breakfast. Oh, Lord, that's probably the only reason I haven't given it up....because it's something I can multi-task.

I'm never going to make it as a writer, or, indeed, as a human being, until I can accept the fact that there are only 24 hours in a day and that it is appropriate to sleep during at least some of them. I look like some sort of maniac, even to myself, as I shoot out the doors of Big Deal squawlking into my cell phone at some company about some bill that is still not straightened out, filling out the backs of Avon catalogs at traffic lights, coming home, grabbing the mail, reading and sorting it while sauteeing chicken breasts in olive oil and smacking those little tiny ants that have gotten into the kitchen with the envelopes....

Oh God. I got to get ant traps. I'd better put that on my list of things to do!