you know…i *know* that i should be doing [laundry/homework/cleaning/reading/studying], like a good girl and all that. but fuck if i don’t get distracted by any number of things in the day.
i’ll think about reading my chem homework and then i’ll notice that i have a huge pile of clothes blocking my closet door so i’ll fold everything and put it up nicely. then i’ll have to fix the tapestry that i hung up. then i’ll have to organize all of my dvds (but refrain from alphabetizing them, but only because i haven’t decided if i want to do it by title or genre yet…). and then i’ll have to consider what my next decorative endeavor is going to be (posters and the like). and then i have to set up my power outlets and my alarm and before you know it the evening is eaten up and i’ve accomplished precious little…
blarg.
feh.
blurg.
