Master Procrastinator
I have a 2000-word article to edit and fine-tune. It has potential, is a fairly interesting task, and is due in another few hours. I also have to shortlist and buy the stuff in my Amazon cart, stuff I added enthusiastically for my brother's fast-approaching birthday. Then, I have to figure out which cross-continent courier service I'm going to be using to send the items to him. And all that's not even work stuff. Or stuff that needs to be done around the house. Instead of doing any of these things, I decided to start a new blog on Blogger (because the other three or so I have lying around in various states of neglect weren't enough). I tend to be stubbornly repetitive and predictable, that way. I don't know what the purpose of this blog is, though. So, that's new. Back when I was a teenager, I had a Blogger account into which I used to pour my heart out in a (now) grossly unintelligible SMS-style text format. I needed to get stuff out of my head, and I was ...