One can generally tell how much work I have to do by the degree of procrastination employed. Today I did the dishes and washed the bedding. I emptied the fridge, wiped it down and melted the medium sized glacier that had been spreading at the back for months. I rewound all the tapes of Buffy videos I’ve watched so far. I checked the mail. Six times. I checked my email (I’m not even telling you how many times). I read stonesoup. Then I went back and read it all again in case it had been updated. I surfed blogrings, searched the net for cartoons I remembered seeing years ago, and wrote a letter to my neighbour’s great-aunt Josephine. And then, when all other possibilities were exhausted, I blogged about it.
Yeah.
That much work.
Maybe you need some external motivation.
"Where there's a whip,
*k'pish!*
There's a way...
(We dont wanna go to skool today)"
-V.