Procrastinating is not my strong suit. I never do anything useful with the time I'm not using -- I don't wash dishes or do laundry or research silverbacked gorillas on the web. Mostly, I mope around the apartment and whine to my roommate about how I'd rather be outside on one of the first beautiful truly winter-ish days we've had and get absolutely nothing accomplished, let alone the primary task I'm avoiding. In the end I just wind up driving myself insane and I do whatever it is I'm putting off because I can't stand myself anymore.

That's why I won't go to bed until I'm done with this stupid thing I'm trying to write. I won't. So I am here, doing yet another useless thing, at 1:17 in the morning. Ta da! I'm also trying to download that awful mochachokalalala song from Moulin Rouge, a song I can't stand from a movie I did not enjoy, because it's been stuck in my head all day and I have this idea that listening to it will get it *out* of my head. An act that's doomed before it starts, if I do say so myself. Like a few other things I can think of, to be negative and vague all at once.

Allright. I think I am annoying myself (and now probably you) enough to go do this now. I will write like the wind. Or at least like someone who's driven herself to the brink of insanity.