I am a list maker. I make lists for virtually everything. I always thought that I was a freak until I went through some of my late grandmother's stuff - she made (and kept) lists of things I wouldn't even think to list. So, you know, it's genetic. Don't blame me.
At the moment, I have six cross referenced lists of things I want to do in the next couple of years, organized both by priorty and cost. I have lists of foods I would like to eat more of and foods I know I should probably eat less of. I have a list of all the DVDs, videos and CDs I own just in case some go missing. I have a list of movies I want to see. I have a list of bands I have seen in concert. I have a list of upcoming stories on my webcomic. I have lists of fictional characters I may use at some point in one of my stories. I have a list of stories I haven't written yet.
Somehow, nothing on these lists ever seems to get done. I make a list of things I should do every day but it just gets lost in amongst all of the other lists. I don't know where the lists go once I'm done with them either. I just stop thinking about them and for me they effectively disappear. I'm sure when I die whoever is left to move my shit will think "holy fuck she made a lot of lists".
The one thing I have not made is a list of lists.... I'll be right back.