my life, until about may 6th.
Proof of this: I need to write about Bible Stuff for Ron like, weeks ago. (And due by May 6th. And a conference paper that's sort of about Bible stuff, but mostly about Allen Ginsberg and why a psychosexual reading of "Kaddish" is patently ludicrous and the identity politics surrounding being gay and Jewish and self-identified as "crazy" and deserting your mother.)
Instead, I'm going, "I want to start one of those fanfic prompty table community things. I have tons of prompts saved up that no one else is using, plus there are bunches out there that have rules against RPF, incest, threesomes, kink, NC-17 fic, etc. and I want to give people a home to post their prompted NC-17 Wincestiel/J2/Misha/Lucifer fic that features BDSM and sex pollen! And original fic! No one loves original fic nearly enough!"
OR, alternately: "I really want to write that Severus-as-asexual-and-aromantic prompt, but should the participants be Sev, Rowan, and Josiah or Sev and Tarakh. DECISIONS ARE HARD." Also, "I WANT TO GO ON AN ADVENTURE. TO WHITE PLAINS. I NEVER GO ON ADVENTURES. I WANT TO GO TO WHITE PLAINS EVEN THOUGH I HAVE MORE THAN ENOUGH OF MY MEDS TO GET THROUGH CONFERENCE WEEK BECAUSE I SHOULD GET THEM REFILLED SOONISHLY BUT OMG, ADVENTURE ADVENTURE ADVENTURE!"
But, right. I get a little nap and then it's work time. Because I'm, like, responsible or something. And I can go on an adventure to White Plains when I don't have papers and shit to write.