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The backlog piles

Gotta register for BillPay to pay my LIC Premium.
Gotta edit my postal address for communication with HDFC Bank.
Gotta apply for a Pan Card.
Gotta get my eyes checked and buy a new frame & glasses.
Gotta foot my phone bill and home rent.
Gotta consume multi-vitamin tablets everyday.
Gotta buy some bedsheets.
Gotta get my jeans altered.
Gotta plan my taxes.
Gotta track my expense report.
Gotta get rid of SAP ASAP.
Gotta apply for a passport yet again.
Gotta get back into the reading habit.
Gotta think about life.
Gotta recall the other backlogs that I just can't seem to remember...

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