I'll tell you what

I had plans tonight, plans to do "grown-up" homework. My homework included:

• find a doctor and set up my health insurance online account;
• enroll in the autopay programs for my student loans and electric bills;
• change my address with Edward Jones and the credit card people;
• find a driver's facility nearby so I know where to go after studying for my Indiana driving test; and
• e-mail friends and family about my work schedule so we can schedule a visit.

Also on my list were some "not-so-grown-up" to-dos. They included:

• find music (cough) and
  
• restart my Netflix delivery.

What did I end up doing? Completely "not-so-grown-up" shit that wasn't even on my pink Post-It. Fuck! That shit included:

• catching up on my daily Web comics,
• updating this blog,
• listening to heads (Talking Heads and Radiohead),
  
• washing the dog,
• ripping my comforter apart so I can requilt it and
• this:

I keep finding baby socks in my laundry. Tonight I found a man sock AND a baby sock. I put the baby sock with the other two I've found. I gave the man sock to my dog to chew on.

TAKING PICTURES OF GODDAMN SOCKS!

I suck at being mature.