7:42 p.m. I have this thing I need to write. It’s been hanging over my head for 18 days now. 18 days! I know. Bad. And I’ve put it off as long as I possibly can. But first I’ll get Harry to bed.
8:02 p.m.- Harry’s in bed.
8:03 p.m. – I think I’ll watch Gossip Girl on DVR.
8:51 p.m. – Now Greek. Shut up.
9:32 p.m. – Okay I’m going to start writing now.
9:33 p.m. – But first I’ll check Twitter.
9:44 p.m.- For real. Writing.
9:45 p.m.- I think I should make coffee first.
9:46 p.m.- I’m making coffee. Decaf. Because somehow that’s less insane to make at 9:46 p.m.
9:51 p.m. – Okay. Writing now. Where were those notes?
10:23 p.m.- Must stop writing to watch important Harry Potter 6 trailer. Totally can’t wait until July. I am 12.
10:30 p.m. – Writing again. Boring boring. Did I mention that I am 12?
10:54 p.m. – Must make Facebook Scrabble move. Everyone is waiting for me. It’s just polite.
10:57 p.m. – While here on Facebook, decide to look at high school class page/photos. Noting who has partaken in boob jobbage.
11:06 p.m. – Writing.
11:21 p.m. – Writing.
11:47 p.m. Breakthrough.
1:22 a.m. Done.
Now that wasn’t so hard was it?
It just took 18 days of fretting over what amounted to about 3 1/2 hours of work.
Procrastination is dumb.
Procrastination is also awesome. I consider it the necessary buildup of momentum to actually my end result. Or something.GG last night was awesome. Now that they have gone all crime-fighting, they kind of remind me of Scooby Doo.
Barchbo. Yeah! And Poppy would have gotten away with it too, if it wasn't for those meddling kids, uh, I mean, oh, she did get away with it, because of that meddling Lily meddling with the plan of those meddling kids. So much meddling. I swear to God, Monday nights rot my brain. And I love every minute of it.
Meddling rocks! That's kind of always been my semi-official life motto.
This sounds so weirdly familiar. I am SO BUMMED that I ever found out about Hulu.xoxo!k