I left the house at eight and didn't come home until ten. Then I ran into my room and did one of those full-body dives straight for the "rewind" button on the VCR, praying that nothing had gone wrong. Then I hit "play," and holy crap, did you people see tonight's Buffy?

I think my brain may have imploded at the end there. Even before that, I was sitting there thinking it isn't possible for me to love a TV show more. When Giles was holding Willow all comforting-like, I had an orgasm. When Buffy opened the door and Spike was there looking all new and improved and hot as hell, I had a multiple orgasm. When the Mayor showed up, I gave in and started humping the television set.

I am so glad I was unspoiled. I liked last season a lot, and I am wholly prepared to love this season. I have a feeling that I will. Bring it, Joss. Buh-ring it!

My to do list is a ridiculous creation. There are days when I take pride in crossing things off, when I use my ten minute work breaks to run to the post office, when I wake up early and go get an oil change before work. Yes, on some days, I am a productive participant in my own life. Then there are days when I look at the list, tilt my head, blink a couple of times, and then wander off to find chocolate.

Today I looked at my keys and noticed that one of my keys was half-missing. It was the key for the trunk of my car-- it had broken off in the lock. I don't have a spare key for the trunk of my car. There are important things in there. Work-related things. For both jobs. I, uh, kinda need to get into the trunk of my car. Do locksmiths, like, fix broken keys?

Even more pressing is Pigwidgeon's vet appointment. I haven't heard back from the vet, but I presume Pidgie's going to have to go back. ($$$) He is still as sick as he ever was. His squeaks make me so sad; I am afraid he is in pain. His little wheezes are breaking my heart. And I feel guilty that I am not at home, dealing with it. I leave him alone for most of the day; even when I am home, I am impotent to comfort or fix him.

I did something smart, and possibly also stupid, today. I got a decent-sized check from financial aid, and sent all of it to the Discover card people to pay off my car repairs. It's nice to have that bill almost paid off (especially since the interest rate is ridiculous; remind me not to use that card anymore) but now I only have $6.50 left in my checking account. Perhaps I could have planned this better.

I also need to contact my Starbucks stock brokerage people. They were supposed to set up an account for me, but I haven't heard back from them. This is another timely issue; I have a small availability window. I really want to take advantage of Sbux's stock benefits. And speaking of finances, I need to look into consolidating my student loans...

See, all these things just pop into my head! This is how it is all the time inside my brain. So much I need to do. Submissions. Thesis work. Book to read for class tomorrow. Journalcon panel questions. Haircut. Purchase of bike lock, headphones, rear headlight. Stop eating everything in the world. Ride Britney. (Hee.)

Right now, everything is sort of suffering in my life's balancing act. Although my journal is still alive and kicking, every other page on this site languishes. My email goes unanswered. My friends go un-talked-to. Un-hung-out-with. And of course, the first thing to go: my personal space. My laundry is caught up, but that's it. I've got filing piled up everywhere, my (clean) clothes are strewn about in piles, there's clutter everywhere, and there's no room to walk.

It's hard to know how to prioritize when everything is a priority. Is Journalcon more important than my thesis? Is getting in shape more important than talking to my friends? Don't I, eventually, have to stop living like a complete slob?

Man, I feel like I've written this same entry a thousand times before. I guess I have, at that.