Tuesday, March 29, 2005
It's a chronic illness, I swear. This procrastination. I have a paper due tomorrow. What did I do at work today? I'm not even sure. Whatever it was didn't get me going on this paper. Oh, I finished all my KIIS and financial aid forms. Well, at least that's good. But I didn't have my afternoon class today, and what did I do? Come home and write my paper? No, no. I now have a half-rearranged apartment. Half because I did have my night class. When I got home from that, did I write my paper? No, indeedy. I cooked supper. Cooked supper. I never do that. Of course, I had to do something with the sixty-dollars-worth of groceries I bought last night when I wasn't writing my paper. And now. Now where am I? It's almost 9:30, I have a serious headache--whether it's from dashing my brains out on the corner of the freezer door, having PMS, or lacking caffeine, I'm not sure--and I need to go to bed at least within the next hour or so. Ah, but I have an hour and half at work tomorrow to work on this. Plus BarbCobb's letting us use some classtime to tweak. I'll never get this thing written.
Posted by Cassidy at 9:31 PM