A Splintered Mind

I want to talk about the ineffective targeting of Adsense, but first I wanted to share with you, briefly, how I conquered ticking today. I was ticking pretty badly. Vocal tics. Facial tics. Head flying backwards to meet my feet tics. Buckets and barrels of fun. I needed a nap. Being an insomniac put a small crimp in that plan, however (I stayed up very late trying to coax an Epson printer to not be clogged. Bad idea. The Epson was dead set on remaining clogged. I even soaked the ink syphons in Windex. Perhaps if I sucked on them as if I were sucking venom from a wound? Nah, I'd just end up looking like a clown, and not just because my fanny would be sticking up in the air while I did that.) Anyway, I thought maybe if I wrote in my blog I might engage my mind and subside the storm. The results were fantastic! Not only did the ticking stop, but the depression I had that I hadn't noticed yet lifted as well. 1 Let's talk about Google's Adsense instead. ...

Just realized I was depressed - for no reason at all. I can't believe how sad I feel. Perhaps I'm tired. Perhaps I haven't accomplished enough. I know that I'm down about how little time I've had for my Arful Aparecium blog. But that's not it. This is just the stupid depression having its way with me. The trick is to first recognize it then shake it off. That last part can be tricky. That's why I like to identify whether I have a reason to be down or not. If I do have a reason to be down, it usually isn't enough to account for how low I feel. Tonight I don't have a real reason to be down. Therefor I need to do something to shake off the blues. Writing in this blog is the first thing I'll do. Next, I'll try jotting my writing research notes into my Copy Write file. If that fails I'll go draw. If that fails, I'll watch a DVD I rented. One of those four will work. And on another completely different topic: Funny th...

I didn't realize how completely my life was ruled by To Do Lists until my 6 year old daughter illustrated one for herself and her sisters. She had them waking up, doing their morning routine, picking up toys, eating, picking up the gameroom, dressing, combing their hair, waking me up, and going somewhere in the minivan. I'm not sure why waking me up was almost last on the list, or why it was there at all because I wake myself up, but maybe my recent bout of insomnia was to blame. At any rate, she was certain I would be proud of her list and I was. She was learning the groundwork for good organization. An Ounce of Prevention To keep myself from leaping out of bed at 2am to finish something I had forgotten about in an AD/HD frenzy I trained myself to jot down notes before I fell asleep. I developed a routine where I went over my To Do List and reprioritized what should get done the next day. I also developed a routine where I looked at that list when I woke up - someth...