Friday, May 19, 2006
Procrastinate, procrasinate!
Of all times to not be doing one's work, surely the best is in your last spare quarter hour before you have to spend the day running around appeasing lecturers, supermarket shopping, and then giving the talk you are procrastinating about writing.
And just think, yesterday I was having a tantrum because I couldn't do my work, and now I just don't want to.
Whoever is in the bathroom (it's Mystery Girl, who needs a name, dammit!) needs to get out so I can brush my teeth! My wonderful plan for this morning ended before it began, because just when I was about to leap out of bed, G-Money stole the bathroom and occupied it for ages, and I couldn't get out of bed and start work without showering because I was sleeping in summer pj's because my winter pairs both are still drying, and this is a really long sentence.
And just think, yesterday I was having a tantrum because I couldn't do my work, and now I just don't want to.
Whoever is in the bathroom (it's Mystery Girl, who needs a name, dammit!) needs to get out so I can brush my teeth! My wonderful plan for this morning ended before it began, because just when I was about to leap out of bed, G-Money stole the bathroom and occupied it for ages, and I couldn't get out of bed and start work without showering because I was sleeping in summer pj's because my winter pairs both are still drying, and this is a really long sentence.
