A Plan of Action.

Nine hours.

There’s an old joke Cliff used to make with me. He coined the phrase “Pussy Motivation”. He noticed how motivated I’d be at doing my schoolwork if I was anticipating socialization with a female. Obviously the phrase is crude enough to stick in my memory, but there is an iota of truth to it. After all, we’re more motivated if there’s a goal at the end of it all! Doing things for the sake of doing them sometimes aren’t enough.

Ashley popped online to say hi, said she had work. She said she’d be back around 7. From 10 AM, that’s around 9 hours. I stare at that number. I have nine hours to do whatever I want.

It’s a weekend, and I’ve been ineffective at doing anything on weekends. But I have to try, rather than resigning myself. I’ll only stand a chance if I have some sort of plan. I know what hasn’t worked. Piling everything up at once won’t work. Saying I’ll do things at this hour than this hour won’t work, because then I think I won’t be able to keep up with it. If I can allocate tasks one at a time, and recognize when time has been utilized, I’ll be able to at least make a dent in my long list of tasks.

And then there’s DateATimmy, but I’ve already decided to push writing that entry to tomorrow. I said I’d have the entry up on the first, I didn’t say when on the first. In addition, I think working out tomorrow morning will be imperative to stabilizing me. I’ll do the things I need to do today, get a good night’s sleep, bring some food with me, work out hard tomorrow morning, eat, hit up class, have that silly meeting for system’s analysis, and more or less relax in the café until Child Psych. Yes. Allocating relaxation. That is incredibly important to maintaining my mood.

So now’s when I take a realistic look at the things I have to do, and identify the imperatives. I think my top priority, to start, will be trying to get that C++ program to work. I have a plan, just get the system to recognize it as a class. If I can’t, so be it, I’ll move on.

After that? If I put that aside, suddenly the stress is relieved greatly. There’s a project I’ve neglected to do for Child Psych. If I put my brain to it, it’s entirely possible I could write the paper on the spot.

There’s a bunch of little things I have to do for system’s analysis. Honestly, if I just put my mind to it, I could tear through that stuff. It’s not hard, it’s just annoying. I feel like I owe it to them to get these things done as we agreed, before the meeting tomorrow. Once I do that, then I won’t have to worry about things for a while.

I have a little something I have to write for Lifetime Wellness, but that’s not until Tuesday, and it will be incredibly easy to write. That’s a definitely postponed doable. There’s always spanish homework of some form.

That’s really all there is.

But first, I have to take care of my basic needs. Go have a nice poop, eat some all-bran for breakfast, get dressed, rinse myself. Maybe I’ll even take a shower. Feel good, feel good. Take a deep breath, maybe put on some music, open the window, heft my testicles slightly.