Sunday, July 1, 2012

The Procrastrination

I put things off. Studying is high on the list of things I don't do far enough in advance, but there's other things, too.

Take today, for example. It's been procrast-licious.

I woke up around eight and decided a bit more sleep couldn't possibly hurt. It was twelve before I rolled out of bed.

I did my computer things and... Well, I was going to play videogames for a bit, but I still hadn't tested out the sofa. Cue a three hour nap on a very comfy sofa.

Eventually, I made it back to the computer and for the first time in five years did a quest with a party. They've improved, but, well...

Eventually, I made it to the bit where I had to study. Boyfriend even came with me to offer quiet support. Or take a nap, I was studying in bed in case Boyfriend wanted to play on the Playstation. I got halfway before Boyfriend decided to get up and I decided I was thirsty.

I wanted to help Boyfriend do laundry, but... Well... I got distracted.

When he started taking pictures to sell something, I  realised I couldn't use Boyfriend to put off studying. He'd even loaded and turned on the dishwasher, the crafty little fox.

So I did the dishes waiting to be done by hand. And cleaned the sink. And got clean towels for the kitchen. Oh, and I organised the workspace. And put leftover cookies in an airtight container. And opened the peanut butter for scent testing. It smells delicious.

I still needed to go back to studying, but--oops--I'd turned on my computer. I didn't want to play videogames, so I looked around for peanut butter recipes. They were all too sugary for my tastes. Then again, maybe I could look into those peanut butter dog treats I'd wanted to make Lady when she was a puppy--five years ago. A bit of searching and there they were. They're even easy! We even have all the ingredients! But we don't have cookie cutters or a rolling pin, and, anyway, it's half past nine, so it's too late to go ask J. and W. if we can borrow some I should get back to studying.

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