procrastinating

I email Sunpie Barnes. I'm a big fan.

I check all my email accounts every 15 seconds.

I eat jambalaya.

I flip through the writing instructions again.

I think about all sorts of other things.

I look at my phone.

I save the one sentence I've written.

I empty the dishwasher.

I think about packing.

I put up my hair.

I drink some more water.

I blog.

I check my email again. Sunpie hasn't written yet. Bastard.

I email the TA asking her to meet me tomorrow.

I put comments in my paper.

I look at the map of Africa.

I email with the director of the program in Senegal to learn details of where I'll be.

I listen to the neighborhood chatter.

I wonder why nobody calls me back. I curse them.

I look at the writing textbook to see yet again how its directions are completely different than the instructor's.

I chat with the incompetent Bell South representative who won't just tell me how much it would cost to run new landline phone line into my new apartment (just noticed - it doesn't have it. DAMMIT).

Think about how things aren't ready in the new apartment and how frustrated that makes me.

Think about how much time I spent going to Target today for things I need for new apartment.

Think about how much time I waste thinking about those things.

Time for some more water.

I examine the refrigerator.

I think about how best to transport everything in the kitchen to the new apartment which is not yet ready.

I think about how much better I'll feel working on this stupid writing assignment at 6:30 a.m. instead of 8:30 p.m.

I wonder about my writing instructor's perverse sexual proclivities.

I look through the instructions again, seeking out clues.

I flip through the student directory which contains our pictures and undergrad institutions. It's creepy.

I make my to-do list for tomorrow.

I close my blog and get back to "work."