Apr 24, 2006 19:58
Language disorders make me waaay too happy. I would really enjoy my psych paper much more if it wasn't like...due on Friday. But I'm 4 pages in which is to be considered "progress". I hate psych articles because every other sentence cites some other study and it's difficult to use anything as a source.
I spent 15 minutes googling Scrubs quotes instead of writing again. I'm not ashamed. I haven't even watched an episode in...probably a month. New season doesn't count! It only counts if I take my unscheduled time to physically get the DVDs out.
The scar on my hand from the grocery store is finally starting to disappear.
I am tan.
I am PROCRASTINATING. And hungry. I wish I had that cake.
There's a creepy girl two computers down who keeps looking at my screen and I want her to GO AWAY.