So that’s why successful people make lists. F***aduck.
I’ve never been much for lists. They’re claustrophobic, restrictive. They feel like shackles, chafing every bit of the day. They leave me shaking and shivering, disheveled. I hadn’t been to the gym in a week, again. I’m better. Now I’m on again off again. But while on the elliptical tonight my thoughts eventually drifted from […]
