I went home.
I think I died around 3PM. Thankfully I'm like The Highlander, so I came back alive again. Just to feel shit for the next 36hrs.
Today I feel better, but dozy.
So, went through my LIST OF THINGS TO DO. It was 40 THINGS long.
It is now only 12 THINGS long. Unfortunately, all the easy THINGS like, "Ask Brad & Rebecca about new logo", are gone, and I'm left with THINGS such as, "Write JAMIA paper", and "Write AFSA Grant".
That kind of sucks. But at least they stand out on the page now, y'know?
And I was going over my mailbox limit. Again. I used to fight to keep my inbox down to 50 emails, then it was 100 emails. Then 150. Then I noticed that I had hundreds upon hundreds of emails stored in 15 folders and 35 sub-folders. No wonder I could never find anything! So, I instituted a new regime: be more brutal, and cut the crap. Plus, stop saving every wack-a-loon dumb email funny people send me. And, relax the inbox quota to 200.
Well, it hit 300 today. So, a fresh cup of coffee, and an hour's dedicated administrative
now what... 3hrs to go.... what gets cleaned next...