But I remembered I had a blog because I was trying to figure out what else I could do to procrastinate more on The Papers. So, Ta-Daa! - Here I am again. The procrastination list is as follows. I Already:
- cleaned the kitchen
- walked the dog
- had sex with hubby
- poured myself some orange juice
- I even almost cleaned the bathroom I was being so actively procrastinative *new word*!
I had the broom in my hand and then thought "STOP IT. Leave your filthy mess and go procras with something else."
So this is the procrastination blog because of the aforementioned three papers due by Tuesday of next week, I work 40 hours a week, we're trying to shop for a car (two words: Negotiations and Financing - NOT FUN)....I literally don't have time to do it all. (Hubby works around 60 hrs so he has no time either. That leaves the dog but he can't fetch groceries and he's not 21 yet so he couldn't even buy wine if he was human.)
I mysteriously feel a cold coming on, suddenly.
Ah, ah, Achoo!
That's right, subconscious bodily-induced procrastination ...so I make a mental list of (A) need to go get echinacea (B) fight the oncoming cold with sheer will ( I CANNOT GET SICK, I CANNOT GET SICK) (C) think of excuses to tell the profs if I get so sick that I can't finish all three papers, maybe I'll end up in Urgent Care...hmmm.(d) Remember not to forget the echinacea (there's a REALLY good one called Esberitox - swear by it!)
Walking to the parking lot from the office on my way home today, I had a tiny hope of maybe keeling over with exhaustion. You know, the way the celebrities pass out on stage and then don't have to finish their tour because they dropped from EXHAUSTION? Why can't that be me? The shuttle bus guy was there and someone would have found me right away.
Alas, I actually wanted to be Britney for about point five seconds.
It's not all miserable (well, about 90% is) but I do have a few fun things to look forward to soon: Wedding anniversary dinner next week (3 years but been together for 7), the Cleveland Food Show (we're going to go see Guy Fieri, Paula's tickets are WAY too expensive. Plus, My guy likes GUY in a "guy's guy" kinda way.) I was hoping to see Duran Duran but they're only going to Columbus so screw that.
And I have a paper due that week so forget it ****big 'ol Chalie Brown "UGH" ****
Is that sleep I feel coming on now? Ahhhhh, 'night, 'night. Zzzzzzzz...
