Reading harold_maude's journal

Today, being saturday, is filled to over flowing with details of things that are screaming at me to be done.
This happens every time I have a day off and when I get off work as well.
The list is longer than I wish it was and as I get things crossed off the list it seems that there is something else waiting to fill the spot.

Some day I'm hoping that there won't be a list of waiting things, and I can take a vacation.
Some place I've never been before.
Some place that I've thought would be nice to get lost in for a week or so and have an entire life in that time.

It would be wonderful. That's the light I keep looking for in the sea of stuff that I'm drowning in daily.
Oh well, gotta get back to it.

It only looks that way because your standing on your head.