That is indeed how I roll.
How many ways can I distract myself from typing up my paper?
My drippy sink subconsciously becomes Niagra falls. The very timid room warm temperature within my dorm rapidly evolves into a sana. I must turn the AC on. Remembering I have not brushed my teeth for the 3rd time today I turn my focus on the brush and paste. After brushing, I make my way to the toilet. Oh but wait, I do not need to relieve myself. So then I decide to take an afternoon shower. My justification is to confirm my body wash smells as good as it does in the morning. After the bask, I realize my room is much to frigid to fair. Turn the heater dial onto "Bake" setting. Then like the lights of Vegas, it catches my eye. The most hideous fluff of flint has infiltrated my room. This will not fly in my house. With wit and determination to be admired, I thrust up the helpless dustbunny and proceed to place it in the trash bag. Understanding the risk of keeping the flint in my room was wellming. Only one thing to reslove this crisis. TAKE OUT THE TRASH. Problem solved. After taking the sceninc route to and from the dorm and dumpster to finnaly get on my computer. Do I open up microsoft word? NO! I go to my live jouranl and type out my past 38 minutes of life.
The brand spanking new episode of 24 is on right now. That is a CLASS A focus snatcher.
My drippy sink subconsciously becomes Niagra falls. The very timid room warm temperature within my dorm rapidly evolves into a sana. I must turn the AC on. Remembering I have not brushed my teeth for the 3rd time today I turn my focus on the brush and paste. After brushing, I make my way to the toilet. Oh but wait, I do not need to relieve myself. So then I decide to take an afternoon shower. My justification is to confirm my body wash smells as good as it does in the morning. After the bask, I realize my room is much to frigid to fair. Turn the heater dial onto "Bake" setting. Then like the lights of Vegas, it catches my eye. The most hideous fluff of flint has infiltrated my room. This will not fly in my house. With wit and determination to be admired, I thrust up the helpless dustbunny and proceed to place it in the trash bag. Understanding the risk of keeping the flint in my room was wellming. Only one thing to reslove this crisis. TAKE OUT THE TRASH. Problem solved. After taking the sceninc route to and from the dorm and dumpster to finnaly get on my computer. Do I open up microsoft word? NO! I go to my live jouranl and type out my past 38 minutes of life.
The brand spanking new episode of 24 is on right now. That is a CLASS A focus snatcher.