somebody slap me
Sweet Jesus. I am procrastinating SO bad right now. I bet I'm setting some kind of world record. Do you think I could get into Guinness for procratinating proficiency? I should look into it. It would allow me to procrastinate even further. Here's what I'm avoiding doing: studying for my latin midterm and anthro midterm on monday, my classical greece midterm on tuesday, my behemoth of a paper for classics 390 due thursday, and all the random work and reading in between that I should do now so I'll have time to cram last minute later. Oh, and laundry. I really should do my laundry. I have like two weeks' worth of clothes molding merrily away in my closet. Though I did get three whole pages of my paper done last night, which makes me feel marginally better. But not that much better. Just enough so that I can tell myself I accomplished something so I deserve to take a break. Though the break really should have been cut off at the 20-hour mark. I think I have looked at every single photo album that exists on facebook. I mean it. I also went to buy chips and salsa to 'stretch my legs' and get a breath of fresh air...even though we already have chips. I am a very tragic person. I should be slapped, right now. I think it's even harder to concentrate because there's nothing to break up the monotony. Nothing to look forward to later, you know? At least if a good show was on tonight, I could tell myself, ok write 2 pages by the time Desperate Housewives comes on and then you can take a break. But alas, I have nothing to motivate me.
The guy in the mailroom was really snippy with me today. It wasn't the normal guy who was there, but I think he's training minions to do his bidding--his very own power-tripping mailroom bitches. All I want is my package!! Although I suppose I now have another excuse to procrastinate--go back there and see if the mail's been sorted. Though by the look of New Bitchy Mailroom Guy it's a job that'll take him several years to complete. So, about the same amount of time it'll take me to stop procrastinating.
The guy in the mailroom was really snippy with me today. It wasn't the normal guy who was there, but I think he's training minions to do his bidding--his very own power-tripping mailroom bitches. All I want is my package!! Although I suppose I now have another excuse to procrastinate--go back there and see if the mail's been sorted. Though by the look of New Bitchy Mailroom Guy it's a job that'll take him several years to complete. So, about the same amount of time it'll take me to stop procrastinating.