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It's ridiculous the things that I'll go through to avoid starting to write. I'm trying to start a paper on the Chelsea Physic Garden -- which, to it's credit, was a pretty cool place, it was a small botanical garden founded in the 1600s that I went to on Tuesday -- but writing about it is so dull that doing the outline was enough to put me to sleep. Literally. Then I did stretches. Then I cleaned my room. Then I stared out the window for about 15 minutes. Then I did yoga. Then I looked at the porn that Danielle's mom brought me. Then I jerked off. Then I paced a littlemore. Then I went to go see what Danielle was doing. Then I wasted time making up fake songs about scratching your coochie. Then I paced some more.
And now I find myself back in my room , back at my desk, being forced to start writing, because there's nothing else left to do to distract my energies and to help me waste time.
....except making meaningless livejournal posts, of course
And now I find myself back in my room , back at my desk, being forced to start writing, because there's nothing else left to do to distract my energies and to help me waste time.
....except making meaningless livejournal posts, of course