I'm a List Lady...

Warning: This entry contains nothing of much importance/significance.

This is where I work when I'm not at work. I have a table and desk, and yet I always seem to end up on the floor by the coffee table. I have no good explanation other than the fact that I did the majority of my reading/homework/art projects on the floor as a kid.

Quite some time ago, I came to the conclusion that I'm definitely a list person: I make lists of things to do, things to buy, things I'm thankful for, etc. If you've ever seen my extreme grocery/coupon/sale list, you know I take it to unecessary levels (I wonder what sort of label a psychiatrist would give me...). I even list things I've already done just so I can have the satisfaction of marking them off.

Today's my day off, and there's plenty of things I have to do/acquire, which once again "necessitates" a list. Write letters, pick up vacation photos, backlog entries in this poor neglected blog...it goes on. Lately, these lists seem to be getting longer - is it a sign of a life more full, or just more busy? : )