• I've gotten done what usually takes me 3 days.
• I've left my credit card in a restaurant.
• I've left my jacket in a restaurant (separate incident.)
• I've left my wallet at home.
• I've left my wallet in my teaching office.
• I've left my textbooks for scriptwriting in my NoHo office.
• I've left my textbooks for scriptwriting in my scriptwriting classroom.
• I've left my journal behind in 2 different places.

Now I remember why it's so bloody hard for me to stick to a diet and exercise plan... why, while I've blogged triumphantly about biking, etc., I always "fall off the wagon" long before this point in the semester.

Well, it's a choice between exercise and healthy eating, or risk of a heart problem recurrence. But I'm far more frightened of turning in grades late where I'm teaching, or of not completing my script, than I am of a heart attack. I'm actually more afraid of facing The Cardiologist having not dieted and exercised than I am of the possible heart attack itself (though not as afraid of him as I am of late grades or late script.)

In other words, my priorities are fucked.

I could write at length about why my priorities are fucked (it was a survival strategy for me as a child; a sad story that will power a good many scripts :) ) but that will do me no good now. Instead, I need to put my health first, no matter how scary that is.

It's VERY scary. More later.