Degrees of Procrastination

I worked out today that I only had one class. ONE. Meaning that from 11.30am onwards, my day was free. Now, this was technically better than a Saturday or a Sunday, because on those days I don't even consider getting up before noon. And what did I do, on this beautiful day? I decided to waste it.

Getting out of class, I went to the bookshop. Now I had to go to this particular bookshop, because I told them to order in a book for me. So I waste time waiting for the bus, sitting on the bus, and by the time I finish my business at the bookshop it's like 1pm. Then I catch the bus to a shopping mall, because I needed to buy non-porous shoes for the laboratory, and I was oh-so-conveniently out of milk and bread. And time flashes by as it is wont to do, probably because I spent ages looking for adult-sized shoes while stuck in the kid's section. Then I couldn't decide whether a size 6 was too tight, and I found a size 7 but it was a slightly different shoe. I finally decide I like the style of the size 6 better, but the size 7 was much lighter. The size 6 was a cheaper make, but the size 7 whilst looking like it had better materials, didn't look very durable. Then in the end I bought the cheaper one of the two, and looking back, I wonder why I ever bothered.

I get home, at about 3.30ish, and I throw all my clothes into the washing machine, frantically fry sausages, eggs and make toast. Sounds like breakfast, right? Because it sort of is. The only thing I've had all day was a single pear, but funnily enough I didn't feel a trace of hunger all day--- convenient, since I can't smell due to a blocked nose, and I can't swallow due to a sore throat. But by 3.40pm I reckon I kinda ate for the sake of eating as opposed to anything else.

Frantically throwing my washing onto the line, it was 4pm. I run out of pegs, and I hastily improvise. I didn't realistically expect my clothes to dry, as I was chasing the last rays of the Sun before it set. Except I had no other choice, because I didn't like using the drier. Sun-dried clothes just have that...feel...about them which is so lovely. Pity that they take so long to hang out though.

After 4pm everything was a blur. I got onto my computer, spent a whole lot of time on facebook, checking my emails and starting a conversation with someone I don't actually like very much as a person but entertains me greatly.

Anyway, the point of all this waffle is: it's currently 1.30am, I have blogged twice already in my waking day, and I have work due today which I've decided not to start for the past 6 hours. Yays.