And so here we are again procrastinating.
I could clean my house which looks like all the Wild Weird of my imagination have rioted through every room – trying on every piece of clothing available (we have a lot) then dropping them randomly in inappropriate places. (I don’t want to accept a more mundane explanation for why there are underpants on my kitchen floor.)
I am not going to clean the house because I’m working ( as per new resolutions see yesterday’s post)
I should go and buy some food or I will have to resort to doing something interesting with eggs (which doesn’t involve fertilising them.) The other option is tinned tuna. Quite. I can’t go out however because I’m working.
I can’t see my desk for paperwork that should be filed, binned or otherwise dealt with. I have an urge to write a list but then I wouldn’t be working.
All my plants are dying through weeds and lack of water. Why don’t the weeds need water? I can’t think about questions like that because I’m working.
I really need a cup of tea. Oh sod it – I can’t work all the time can I?