A big problem for psychotic folks (thals and negroids in particular) in modern life is that you have to do lots of little things, and keep track of them. I call these behaviorisms. You need a separate spreadsheet just to shop at Kohl’s. I asked my mom how she keeps track of all this crap and she plays it off like, “Oh, I just keep in mind what I need, and which coupons I have which are expiring soon, and what’s on sale.” Here I’m thinking, lady, I don’t know even where my keys are and I haven’t seen my wallet in days. How’s about we draw up a flowchart I can use to buy a pair of shoes for less than $100?
Well, my current iteration of the organization system has me knocking one or two items off the checklist every day opportunistically. This isn’t good enough- shit usually stacks up faster than this, and during big life transitions (moving, job change, etc.) it can get out of control fast. Something else I’ve noticed is that days are often wildly different based on how the morning goes. Most days now I wake up for work, pop a caffeine pill, drink four eggs, eat a banana, and I’m out the door in less than five minutes. Not for everybody, all the time, I’m just saying that’s normal bio level 2 shit for me. Other days (bio 3 usually), I sleep in a bit, wake up groggy (low sleeping heart rate from heavy cardio, I think), and read for an hour on my phone before even grabbing a first cup of coffee.
But sometimes I’ll be riding bio level 3, and I’ll hit a hypomanic day. After four hours of sleep, I’ll give up on going back to sleep and be running around like a maniac either writing eight blog posts before 9 AM or knocking out a month’s worth of chores. That latter option is what I want to reproduce on a quasi-regular basis (speaking of which, forgot I have to do that music bullshit that nobody cares about) to keep the task list moving in the right direction. I figure even at bio 2, I could probably do something similar just by staying off the computer long enough to get in a groove.
Hence, the concept of “laundry (list) day”. A day off from work where you try to go for that dopamine “second wind” from the combination of despair and weird accomplishment that happens when you start a load of laundry, go to the bank, and the washer finishes the spin cycle just as you get back.
How to accomplish such a thing? Well, like most days you gotta get out of the house right when you wake up. And I mean fast, like ten minutes tops. Forget hygiene and fashion, you can find a boyfriend some other day, ya freakin queer. It’s okay to return to the house and even to use the computer if you’re already cruising from hitting both the bank and the library in the same 20-minute trip (such success- you fucking stud). But not for very long, and no, it’s not okay to take a break and check up on the news or start little research projects for practical stuff you have to do. Either you already know which stuff you need to do and now is decision time, or not.
If you start drifting, knock out a medium cardio workout and reassess. If you’re crashing, take a nap. If you’re feeling okey-dokey, take your shower but get back out of the house for a bit and do practical stuff to build more momentum before returning. The only thing you’re allowed to read is your to-do list. Speed-read directions if you have to. Do power-doros on administrative tasks on your computer, like with a real timer and everything.
Don’t forget to tone things down at dinner time with a heavy meal and a little drinky drink, or you won’t be able to sleep. You can’t do everything in one day. You’re an adult now, and there’s nobody around to tell you enough is enough, so you don’t run yourself into the ground. This is a big problem for thals: you have to say “no” sometimes and just take a break. Figure 7:30 PM if your typical workday is 9-5.
That’s all I got.