To vote or not to vote?

Yesterday's voting left me with some food for thought.  Let me start by saying that I am passionate about the fact that people should vote.  If we did not have the right to vote, it is likely a principle we would die for.  But, since we do have it, many people are seemingly apathetic about it.  They are happy to criticize the government, but do buggerall to usher in a new dispensation.  I suppose it's easier to sit on your arse and moan that it is to take responsiblity for doing something about it.

Perhaps I am being too harsh, and they are making a political statement by not voting.  I would rather spoil my ballot as a counted vote of no confidence than just stay away.  I feel it sends a stronger message.  If a million people choose not to vote, that could be the difference between one party's outright majority ceasing to be, and a possibly stronger opposition.

This election, however, really is a turning point in our history.  Even if the ANC win an outright majority, they have had to fight harder for it than ever before.  The people have had enough, and they are making a statment with their x.

That is all.

Circadian Blegh

Since I was a child, as my parents will attest, my natural rhythm has been to sleep during the day and be active at night.  I very easily and quickly fall into a pattern of this nature.  Needless to say the rest of the world stubbornly refuses to fit in with my natural rhythm.  Once in a cycle, though, it is pretty hard to break out of.

Last night I decided that the only way to do it was to tough it out and get up early this morning, and stay up.  I did manage to get out of bed and crawl to the bathroom hoping a shower would revive my tired body.  It certainly did help, but that warm bed looked at me, so invitingly, it required a good deal of willpower to resist it.

In order to keep myself awake, I did what any sensible person should.  I took the child to school and then stopped off to get a vegetable curry pie.  Nothing like curry in the morning to rev you up.  I think it helped, although I have a feeling I will need to keep the Rennies close at hand. 

I'm off to tackle Home Affairs this morning.  Let's hope I can maintain my equilibrium, especially given that I feel like a fish out of water being awake in the daytime.

Nothing fills the time available

I have exams in five days.  And I have a lot of work to do.  What have I been doing you ask?  Well, plenty.  Plenty of nothing.  Isn't it amazing that in the face of intractable deadlines we find ourselves doing all sorts of nonsense other than what we should be.  We reprimand our children for this, but we are more ADD than they are.

So I've played a little Farmville, a little Frontierville, goofed around on Facebook, and did nothing.  I could be cleaning the bathroom (yuck), tidying up the bedroom (double yuck) or cleaning up my study (urgh).

I've decided that there is really only one way to tackle this most enormous task and that is the Flylady way.  So fifteen minutes at a time.  You can achieve anything if you just do fifteen minutes a go. I get that sinking feeling in my tummy about even fifteen minutes.  I say to myself "tomorrow", but I've been saying that for three weeks. 

Maybe I'll think it over in the shower.