My name is Heather, and I'm a procrasturbator.
I'm not even going to try to hide it. I have two projects to complete in the next two and a half weeks: an interview and a movie from the 60s that I have to analyze. Have I even started on them? Well kinda. For my interview, I know whose brain I'm going to pick and I've borrowed the movie I'm going to watch. That counts for something right?
I should be proactive or something, since I got off of work an hour early and have nothing to do with myself until 6. Have I started? Let me tell you what I've done:
1) Eaten brown sugar out of the bag
2) Taken a nap.
I had the offer for free tea, and I didn't take it. Why? I'm not in the mood for a date right now. (I guess I'd better come out with it and admit that the whole Chris situation didn't work out at all, and that may or may not be at my fault but I'll never know because that would involve him using his words And after the past two relationships, I've come to the following conclusion: I'm done dating broken people.) I could vacuum. Why would I do that? Take out the trash? Nah but it is right next to where the brown sugar lives so that's close, right?
And now I'm giving the vacuum of the internet this lovely post. That's it, I'm going grocery shopping. Yay!
