To-do list

It's been off to a slow start at work (thank God for that!) and i've had time to Think about putting my life in order: taking up activities again (french lessons to start.. have been revising my old textbook).. getting a proper domain and host and stuff (not that i have loads of traffic.. just that it would be interesting to try it out again.. managing a proper website)... finally transferring money from my current account to a savings account so i can collect some interest (just realised today that i have a surprising amount of money in my bank account, which was a nice surprise)... actually file the shedloads of paperwork i have (bank statements, credit card bills, tax returns)... finally submit the documents to open that ISA account.. clearing up my room a bit more to make room for a boy (a hypothetical boy at this point). you know... productive stuff. adult stuff. would be nice indeed.

okay... so hopefully work stays slow for a little while longer to let me actually go about doing all the things i've been Thinking of doing. problem is, i desperately lack self control (hence my decision not to gamble). the past couple of days that i've left early (6.00pm, 7.45pm), instead of doing all the useful productive things i intend to do, i've veged out in front of my PC over dinner (salted egg & century egg with congee, and heated up frozen fried rice packed for me by my mom, anyone?) watching "Boogie Nights" and "Mona Lisa Smile" (and "Y tu mama tambien" on Sunday before work)).

Oooh... but i love it. the sinful slothfulness of it all. cinematic (well... dvd-ic) entertainment followed by a few minutes of conjugation (back at "etre" and "avoir" again) and then a quick flick of the American edition of Cosmopolitan (surprisingly thin, and thin on sex content) in bed. *slurps* can you envision a more perfect life than mine?