Don't you hate it when...
I was so determined to tidy my room and get a load of biology revision done today. Walked down town to see if the new Beastie Boys album is out yet [because I wanted to buy it for Adam, he's not feeling well and I was hoping to cheer him up...but it's not yet out!], then found the motivation to learn all about carbohydrates, triglycerids, amino acids, lipids and proteins *feels proud*
Then onto the tidying room thing: Moved everything from the floor onto the bed, went downstairs, fetched the polish and a duster, dusted AROUND everything and wiped the computer screen and TV and then...GAVE UP! I keep looking at the mounting piles of junk, but then think, 'Nah, will do it later/some other time'. What was the point in trying?
Then onto the tidying room thing: Moved everything from the floor onto the bed, went downstairs, fetched the polish and a duster, dusted AROUND everything and wiped the computer screen and TV and then...GAVE UP! I keep looking at the mounting piles of junk, but then think, 'Nah, will do it later/some other time'. What was the point in trying?