I have plans. Every day I have plans. I go through these plans on the bus back to the car, and whilst driving home, of how I’m going to do this, and do that, and get that done. And then, I get home, and suddenly I haven’t done these things and its way past bedtime and I’ve seemingly wasted yet more time doing nothing more than playing Spider Solitaire on the computer. I want to finish my novel, so that I can start working on (The Curious Tale of) Mr Tumnal. I want to do so many things.