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I’m busy. Really busy. In fact, I am so busy this week that I’ve created a to-do list which breaks down the items that need to get done each day for the next four days, and further divides each day into AM / PM subdivisions. While this might sound par for the course for some of you (*cough* freaks *cough*), this is, in my recollection, the third to-do list I’ve created. In my entire life. Robby doesn’t swing that way, in general.

I was glad I decided to do it, though. It made the previously overwhelming tasks of this week seem altogether more manageable once I saw them on paper. “That essay isn’t so scary… look at how easily it has been contained in this one bullet in this list!” Well, I used hyphens instead of bullets (how very European of me!), but you get the idea. Things are less scary when they’re written down. Further, creating the list ate up a good 45 minutes where I could put aside my other worries and focus on an activity which produced a product. Of course, this blog entry is also eating into my time, as “blog about your day” was nowhere on my list. But, hey. You gotta learn to pick your battles.

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So Justin and I were eating our massive Sunday steaks (it’s become a ritual of ours to gorge on rare grilled beef on Sunday nights) and watching 60 Minutes last night. There was a really cool story about blind, mentally disabled, musical savants that was pretty cool. I saw a 26 year old man who couldn’t count to three on his fingers and couldn’t go to the bathroom on his own play “Fur Elise,” and then seamlessly on cue adapt it to sound as though Mozart had written it. Of course, the part of the show I’ll forever remember is when the narrator mentioned that one of these savants had been only one and a half pounds at birth, and Justin said, “hey… didn’t we just eat more steak than that?” And yes, yes we had. So from now on, our Sunday gorging will be known as “eating a preemie.” This will, of course, be inexorably followed on Monday by “giving birth to a preemie.” We also saw a 10 year old blind savant snow skiing. He was wearing a bright orange vest labled “visually impaired.” Justin and I immediately decided we both needed shirts like that. And, as Justin put it, “the people who’d have the most reason to be offended by it couldn’t even see it!” It is this kind of humor that has allowed us to live in this apartment for three months without cable. When 60 Minutes provides comedy gold, Comedy Central is superfluous.

Alright, back to the essay. According to my to-do list, I’m supposed to get it 75% done before I go to bed. I’m guessing 50% done would be a better guess, though. :(