Where's Blake when you need him?

There are too many projects listed on this sticky note, and thus I’m completely unable to start any of them.  But some are important and some are exciting and some have been put off for months.  Aack.

The run-down, in no particular order:

• Complete third-round edits for Accio proceedings. (this weekend)
• Finish preparing Sebastian Roche site for launch. (at my leisure)
• Paper proposal for Patronus 2006. (Dec. 31)
• Paper proposal for Lumos 2006. (Jan. 15)
• Various tasks for the journal (recruitment, annotated bibliography, style guide, &c). (ASAP)
• Excerpt and revise sections of thesis for submission to Watcher Jr., the unfortunately-titled grad/undergrad offshoot of Slayage. (Oct./Nov.)
• Presentation proposal for next spring’s Slayage conference on the Whedonverse. (Oct. 31)
• And, as of this evening, Panel proposal on fanfiction/journal for the Southwest Texas/PCA conference in February. (Nov. 15)

This doesn’t take into account the list of to-do’s, which includes such savory items as: 

• Write a long letter to a college friend who’s about to disown me for lack of communication (and I mean that).
• Reply to about five substantial emails.
• Reëstablish contact with favorite cousin and two teachers.
• Make a bigger dent in what was supposed to be this month’s - no, make that last month's - List of Books I Can’t Believe I Got Through School Without Reading (currently: Innocents Abroad; next up: Wuthering Heights).
• Make the annual slew of doctor’s appointments.
• Help father finish painting the porch and re-attach the gutter.
• Continue two projects from work I’ve taken home, again. Am reconsidering the brilliance of this idea after an enlightening conversation I had with a co-worker in the parking lot yesterday.
• Sit down and make a decision about my future.

Sigh.  

While all of this happens (or not), I have embarked on a journey toward resensitization with a questionable likelihood of success.   ( Me, me, me. Complain, complain, complain. )

Heh.  This is exactly the sort of thing I once swore never to put on a blog if I ever started one.