In which I am made of epic fail

[fictional]

So. If you looked up procrastination in the dictionary, you would NOT therein find a picture of me, because I would've thought, eh, tomorrow's soon enough to send it in, no?

*headdesk*

I have vowed to not sleep before finishing this paper. It is on Doctor Who. WHY CAN I NOT CONCENTRATE FOR MORE THAN FIVE MINUTES AT A TIME? WHY???

In the last two days, I have a) not done anything fun, and b) also not done anything productive. I have, however, read the ridiculous lj comms about lifestyle master/slaves, read the NY Times, written some fanfic, read the Guardian, read post secret, refreshed LJ 14 squintillion times, drank a whole lot of red bull.

My life is so glamorous.

Comfort me with apples. Or you know, encouragement.

I beg of you.

...Maybe I should take a bath.

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[elainasaunt.livejournal.com]

OMG. OMGOMG. Some people are soooo twisted. It's coming to me, wait ... Fedchairslash: Alan Greenspan/Paul Volcker. *gasps* Goldmansachslash: Hank Paulson/Bob Zoellick. No, sorry, that's just too twisted. Hank Paulson/Josh Bolten. Yes! *fistpump* Also, notice that the White House's preferred terminology for the bailout is 'rescue plan': heroics, with a healthy dash of hurt/comfort. All kinds of possibilities here.