Things I need to do

I need to take some TSP to the bathroom walls.

I need to quit going to parties with the gang, and then cornering this one particular friend and pestering her about how sad it is that I can't find a real boyfriend, just a series of sub-satisfactory fumblings with a 25-year-old fellow law student. For chrissakes.

I need to clean out the window boxes and plant something on the deck other than tarragon, a dying fern, and a sole surviving vinca.

I need to make an omelet with fresh tarragon for lunch today.

I need to write more, like about the anti-fascist subtext of Zazie dans le métro and the contention that the whale is the Church of England.