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There are people who procrastinate with real flair, and then there are the lazy-asses who do absolutely nothing of interest while evading their responsibilities. I think I’m among the latter of these two. After reading every sex column on the Internet, searching Ebay for a cheap condemned barn that I can purchase/ live/ produce performance art/ raise ponies in, trolling Littlecakes.org for art that I can afford, and ordering the Pipas album I left in Italy last year and will probably never get mailed back to me, I feel like a worthless asshole, a right wanker. Fuck, some people clean their rooms or write short stories when they’re avoiding finishing their latest anti-Randall-Tobias diatribe. Not me. Bought a mocha with real milk that’s going to make me tense and miserable for the rest of the evening. Sneaked upstairs to read parts of Sexus. Did not even masturbate.