Friday, December 07, 2001

Right now, I'm procrastinating. Now, this shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone that knows me. I'd like to share my AIM away messages, just as a sampling of my current state of mind.

Frantic Typing:
A girl sits at her computer. A blank page in Microsoft Word faces her. The cursor blinks unflinchingly while her insanity increases by the second.

Papers are awful.

Frantic Typing Part Deux:
Out of six hours of "work," I've got one good sentence. Let me share: "Adam and Eve covered their nakedness with crudely woven leaves and twigs; Faulkner uses the matted intricacies of the English language to cover his."

Okay, I'm in trouble. But I'm in trouble with one kick-ass sentence!

Frantic Typing Ceases:
I've given up. I'll never get the paper done. I've got five hours and it's not happening. I'm ruined. AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

I did have a lovely breakfast though. Feel free to IM me now.


There we go. I'm going to stare at the screen some more now.