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.

Comments

[kalichan.livejournal.com]

LOL. I have been using the first strategy, well, all weekend. Did I mention my epic fail??? I will try the second. I love your first paragraph and shall promptly plagiarize.

Now I am slipping into a fantasy where I begin reading that paper at the conference instead. Probably get a laugh anyway.

Must drink more redbull.