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At this very moment, I am sitting on an LRT platform listening to Will2k and tapping away awkwardly on my HTC S621 Smartphone through the restrictive but protective case. The case is annoying, but it (and about $15 on eBay) is a small price to pay in order to reduce the likelihood of dropping and destroying my little secondary brain for which I paid several hundred dollars. Rogers kindly subsidized the little bastard, and in return they only demanded the title to my soul for three freaking years.

Anyhoo, I am mulling over the myriad of things I want to - or must - do this evening. Once the generous folks of Edmonton Transit carry me to my humble abode, it will be near as makes no odds to 19:00 and I will have about five useful hours left to me. (Yes, I work late-ish shifts, and I have the good fortune of being able to sleep late in combination with the inability to reach any businesses within normal operating hours.) Within my five gilden hours I must:

- feed my sorry self. I'm getting hungry, dammit! Luckily this is mostly covered by the availability of some leftover Canadrian Deluxe Meal Replacement Drink. The flavour-du-jour is past-their-prime cranberries, a whole apple, a banana, yogourt, flax seed, almonds, soy powder, and a bunch of mango juice. It is both terrifying and tasty. More terrifying is the prospect of cleaning the blender afterwards.
- I have been tapped for the main course at this friday's D&D session (AKA "pwn hobgoblins or die trying"), and I have to figure out what the hell goes into Ole Squares. Then I have to go out and purchase said 'what the hell' and combine it in measured proportions with heat and time so as to form something edible. Taste would be an added bonus.
- break up the remainder of my university course work into easily manageable, digestible, and accessible chunks so I can actually one day leave this academic mayhem far behind me. I will be glad to see the bacl of the Four-Point System.
- wash clothes so I can brave the harsh elements in the assurance that my Birthday Suit will not be unduly tarnished
- other stuff I have forgotten about until I stop blogging and Kamelion gets a chance to remind me of all the other mess I should be attending to.

Of course there is also all the other background stuff I would like to be doing too. I want to pick up my banjo and give it some love, remind my piano I haven't forgotten her, finish building the floor I started six months ago, finish the batch of wine I started even longer ago, work on several websites I have been hoodwinked into doing pro-bono, and oh yeah - ACTUALLY WORK ON MY NOVEL WHICH IS THE ONE AND ONLY THING I ACTUALLY GIVE A SHIT ABOUT DOING THESE DAYS.

Wait, was that too subtle? In case you missed it, I would like to try and get some writing done some time.

I have come gradually to the conclusion that even if I never had to work and I never had to do schoolwork, if I had no cleaning, shopping, repairs, or cooking to do, and if I ostracized every friend and family member from my life, I might actually be able to attend to 40 percent of the things I aim to do.

This is why I both love and abhor the idea of transhumanism: I may be able to spend eternity doing what I WANT to do, or I may have to spend eternity doing what I HAVE to do.