I just got back from work, loosened my necktie and unbuttoned my shirt.  A quick glance around my room reaks of bad habits: unfolded clean laundry mixed with a sea of dirty laundry.  Yesterday’s lunch dishes on my desk.  A flock of diet coke cans on my dresser.  A huge pile of unsorted mail from the previous month.  The list goes on and on.

A few months ago I won $350 from my buddies father and his neighborhood friends in a 20 person poker tournament.  They play every omnth and I haven’t been since – they begged me to come back tonight.  I also have a kickball game tonight – I play in a local league of 20-somethings at a local park.  Of course, drinking before, during and after is half the fun.  I canceled both of these engagements tonight to be here with you!  Actually, that’s a lie… I need to start creating some good, productive habits.  Eureka.

 I’m going to start making a list on an index card each night reminding me exactly what I need to get accomplished the next day and I’ll keep it in my pocket the following day.  I think I’ll file these away each night in a little box, to remind me of my progress.  Hopefully it will become a habit.

The thing is, I need to be able to FIND this index card box and I think it would blend in with the big steaming piece of shit otherwise known as my room.  So, for the next few hours, I’m going to get my life together and clean this god forbidden place.  I’ll finish up this post and then put together my report for Sept/Oct earnings…

Okay I’m back.  When good habits become routine, productivy is maximized.  This is the point I’m trying to get across.  So much times is wasted by digging through piles, folding wrinkled clothes, picking up random trash… all this wasted time could be used much more productively (and I wouldn’t be embarrassed to take a girl home from the bar)!

Alright, time to work on these income reports!