Twelve Minutes to Vanishing Point

I have twelve minutes to do something. I could:

• fold my laundry
• fix something to eat
• do a satisfying work out with push-ups
• read a chapter in a good book
• sketch a clown and a lion at the circus
• write a haiku
• drive to the pharmacy and buy some gum
• file the bills piled up on my desk
• trim my beard with precise detail
• learn fifteen words in a foreign language
• day dream about running in some sleet and ice and snow
• unload the dishwasher and load it back up again
• play one side of an LP (most likely Herb Alpert)
• write an email to an old friend
• surf the web for some old scores I don't have
• write an episode of Count of Monte Cristo fan fiction
• contemplate the mysteries of love

But instead of any of these, I'll write a blog post about all of the things I could be doing in the twelve minutes while I wait for Netflix to adjust my playback in order to watch Vanishing Point on my computer. By the way, I'm into the last third and it's pretty freaking sweet.

Update: This only took six minutes. Oh no! What could I do for six more minutes??...