part-time housesister

my days are pretty routine now. wake up in the morning, if early enough, drop sisters off. otherwise get up, sit in front of my wonky laptop and check email. go downstairs and rummage fridge for stuff i can have for breakfast. potter around thinking what i need to do for the day and then forget those things as i pick up the papers or flick on the tv. i have short term memory loss that's for sure.
before long, it's lunch and i haven't done anything constructive yet. sometimes i meet people for lunch, and on those days, it's a mad rush because i don't keep time until i realize it's like 1230 and i have 15 minutes to change up and 15minutes to get wherever i need to be.
when asked what my plans are after lunch, i rattle off all these things i need to do. then sometime during the meal, i will get a call from jun. "che, where are you now?" lunch. "oh, but can you come and pick me up?" when? "erm. now?" gimme half an hour jun, i don't fly ok. "ok"
so after lunch i go pick my sister up from wherever she is and take her home. once i set foot home, i am too lazy to leave and so i decide that all the important things i have set out to do for the day can wait til the next.
and the days repeat themselves as such. i still have this incredibly long list of things to do but for some reason i am a very very inefficient person. you know i have that book 7 habits of highly effective people. stole it from my dad. i think i need to read it. turn my life around.
once i'm done with this blog, i am leaving the house.