I have always been one with the night. The sun kind of hurts my eyes. Some of my first memories include my mom wishing so badly that her 5 year old and youngest son would just sleep; but instead I wouldn't go rest on my Spiderman sheets until I saw Mr. Letterman's Top Ten list. This was a David Letterman that would come on the tube after Johnny Carson. The equivalent time slot of today's Jimmy Fallon. Pretty late for young man. Its not that I don't need sleep either. I have always had the ability to barely sleep for days and then make up for it in one long sleep session. To this day in a given week I will throw dice until 5AM at the casino and be up cooking breakfast for my boys at 8. Every once in awhile I'll make up for it by falling asleep after the lottery numbers get pulled and wake up when its time to make the donuts. I think my obsession with getting the most out of my time on Earth makes lists the way to make sure I don't miss anything. Like the character I pattern my life after Ferris Bueller says "Life moves pretty fast; If you don't stop and look around once in awhile...you might miss it."
There is something satisfying and less stressful about prioritizing and ranking items. I will not stir from my couch for hours by drowning myself in an NHL Playstation marathon on a gorgeous day if I don't have a set plan for my time. The great feeling of scratching pen across a paper to signal completion, erasing an item from the dry erase board, or hovering and clicking the mouse on the checkbox gives such a sense of accomplishment. My wife understands that I don't care how high the dishes are piled; I care about getting it off the list. The one list I won't make is a bucket list because I'm also superstitious and what happens when I finish it?
Cameron to Ferris (on the phone): "I'm Dying"
Ferris to Cameron (on the phone): "You're not dying. You just can't think of anything good to do"
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