The ability to organize one's life like this is so foreign to me, it's almost like he's describing what it's like to be an octopus.
I think it may be my emotional state that I can't manage. There is absolutely no way, I could decide what I'd be doing the next day every night. The thing is my state of mind would prevent me from doing half the tasks in the list. So shit would just pile up in that text file, making me every day more nervous about things.
For what it's worth, I think I am more "normal" than the person who wrote that piece. So that's a consolation...