Because procrastination isn’t just for weekends.

Good morning, friends. I have only a limited time between finishing breakfast and needing to be on my way out the door, so naturally I’ve chosen to use this time to write a blog entry. Is this a good idea?

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Yeah, probably not. Let’s do it anyway.

So, as it happens, I don’t actually have much to say, which I admit may make writing a post somewhat challenging. I’ve never let that stop me before, however, and today shall be no different…!

So. Yeah. Stuff.

1. Still working on the editing and rereading of Chosen. It’s going well, though I do find myself devising a Chosen Drinking Game as I go through it. For example, if Kaine frowns or scowls, take a drink. If Mr. Defrin puts his hand reassuringly on someone’s shoulder, take a drink. If Silas is a little shit, take a drink. Etc. Helps pass the time (and increases bathroom breaks by approximately 500 percent).

2. The weather in Chicago has finally decided to cooperate and have a go at not being awful and depressing, which I’m enjoying.

3. Preparations for my mother’s visit have come to a bit of a standstill, and predictably, I’m leaving most of what needs to be done until the morning before I pick her up at the airport (i.e., tomorrow). Why deal with cleaning and tidying and prepping when Future Me can take care of that in a stress-filled tornado in the wee hours of morning?

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And, on that note, I’d better be off. Time to get ready for another day of teaching folks to speak Amurican. ‘Til next time, y’all.

 

A very important blog post not in any way about procrastinating.

Greetings, Internet. I have returned. Again. I have re-returned.

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Sadly, I’m not at my most coherent at the moment, as my dear feline companion Benny (see my Cat Stuff page for more on the little furball) decided that six AM would be a great time to start howling and scratching at my bedroom door like the apartment was on fire.

Had the apartment actually been on fire, Benny would no doubt have been hailed as a Brave Hero Cat who nobly sacrificed his delicate vocal chords in order to sound the alarm and alert the slumbering humans in the building to the danger. As the apartment was not on fire, however, and his motivation was apparently more along the lines of, “Wake up and pay attention to me,” all his efforts did were royally annoy his owner, who had been hoping to sleep in.

Anyway, due to waking up so early, my brain is somewhere between Zombie Mode and Everything Is Hilarious Mode, while my body mainly just wants to do this:

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So, yeah, this is sure to be a great entry.

If my brain is in such a dreadful state, then why, you may ask, am I even bothering to attempt to update my blog?

Well, that can be explained via my To Do List for today, which I offer below:

1. Wash dishes
2. Clean sink, wipe off counters
3. Tidy apartment
4. Clean off desk
5. Do laundry
6. Sweep
7. Dust
8. Go grocery shopping
9. Clean bathroom
10. Clean out refrigerator
11. Take out garbage, recyclables
12. Go back in time to tell younger self to enjoy childhood more, because damn, being an adult sucks sometimes.

So, the very difficult choice I find myself faced with this morning is: Do I get started on all the desperately-needs-to-be-done housework I’ve been putting off for weeks, or do I write a semi-coherent entry on the blog I just updated a day ago?

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So, yeah, blog entry it is.

I…don’t actually have anything to talk about, however, which I will admit is something of a roadblock.

Um.

So.

What is the deal with airline food? Am I right??

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Fine. Off to clean. But if I think of anything even remotely interesting to say), I’ll be back.

Water triiiiiiibe. *exits*

/incoherence