lists and more lists

I need to do bills. I need to do laundry. I need to edit the dissertation one last time before turning it into a PDF. I...have lists everywhere. Post-its to myself. That are apparently even drawing notice from persons who frequent my home. The not doing of the lists has gotten so bad that my boyfriend just wrote a check for me with his checkbook since I am out of checks. And in truth, have been out of checks for almost a month now. There is a bright pink post-it on my computer, right here, where I sit to do the bills, that says, "ORDER checks!" in my scrawling penwomanship.