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But it doesn't ever really do any good to create flow charts & lists. I love lists, just as I love semicolons. I love compiling data, not really doing anything with it, just compiling it, sorting it, resorting it. I wonder what the mean wage for an indexer is. Or is that even really a job? How do you get that sorta gig? (¡¡¡Shoot, crap, holy bejesus, I should index my blog!!!)
& my love for semicolons corresponds with my love for lists sans checking them off. There is always something more, something related & yet independent to add that will eventually branch off into a world its own & require more semicolons, more detours of thought wherein more points of relation will be found & thus require more lists. Which equates to a bunch of lists but no progression, a bunch of paper with bullets & arrows & underlines for emphasis but no checkmarks which is about as useful as schematics to a cat. Progress reports to a penguin. A medium rare steak to Terri Shiavo circa 2003.

Once I start indexing my lists, that there is when I have a problem.

'Cause see the lists themselves ain't a problem. Well, that is, they aren't usually a problem but maybe it's just that I'm making the wrong lists, eh? Like that list that I made & pinned to my doorjam of reasons to quit smoking, yeah it pains me to look at that one 'cause all the reasons on there are valid, & each & every line has enough importance alone to justify quitting & I just haven't done it. It looks so simple, naked to the light the truth just blinds me, but I still haven't acted on it. & though I don't allow myself to do it, I catch my ever-sinister mind formulating lists of reasons to smoke, a kind of counter-list that I would be able to make progress with, one with lines which I could check off. Why do I not allow myself to make a list of reasons to smoke? It's right there at the bottom of the list detailing reasons to quit. I sneaky on second thought added at the bottom: "Make list of reasons to smoke"; I just haven't gotten there yet.