TGIF
I have found a new love... it's called the pumpernickel bagel from Noah's. Mmmmm!
OK, I know. It's sad that my new love has to be a bagel. But hey, when the pickings are slim, what can you do.
In other news, my first writing packet deadline for the semester is coming up next week. Let me tell you, June 30 never loomed as ominously as it does right now. And it's pretty tough for any day in June in Southern California to achieve ominousness, seeing as how they are usually so bright and warm and sunny and all, but June 30 has done it, thanks to the fact that my procrastination skills have been in full force ever since I got back from Louisville.
Wow, that was a really long sentence.
Speaking of procrastination, I have some down time at work right now, so technically I could be catching up on my reading, or getting further along on the short story I started the other day. I could, but then I would not be procrastinating. Nor would I be writing this blog. So not only would the frogg files not be updated with the sort of important information that this post obviously contains, but I would also call my whole nature into question, because if I did not procrastinate, who on earth would I be? The implications are just staggering. Oh, what a quandarous life I lead, caught between dilemmas of duty and identity!
And if you think that sounds more profound than it actually is, congratulations! You are correct!
Sorry, my day got off to a weird start. Let's just say it included a can of Coca-Cola exploding, and I haven't quite recovered. That's the only explanation I can think of for the preceding paragraphs.
In other other news, I'm really glad it's Friday.
OK, I know. It's sad that my new love has to be a bagel. But hey, when the pickings are slim, what can you do.
In other news, my first writing packet deadline for the semester is coming up next week. Let me tell you, June 30 never loomed as ominously as it does right now. And it's pretty tough for any day in June in Southern California to achieve ominousness, seeing as how they are usually so bright and warm and sunny and all, but June 30 has done it, thanks to the fact that my procrastination skills have been in full force ever since I got back from Louisville.
Wow, that was a really long sentence.
Speaking of procrastination, I have some down time at work right now, so technically I could be catching up on my reading, or getting further along on the short story I started the other day. I could, but then I would not be procrastinating. Nor would I be writing this blog. So not only would the frogg files not be updated with the sort of important information that this post obviously contains, but I would also call my whole nature into question, because if I did not procrastinate, who on earth would I be? The implications are just staggering. Oh, what a quandarous life I lead, caught between dilemmas of duty and identity!
And if you think that sounds more profound than it actually is, congratulations! You are correct!
Sorry, my day got off to a weird start. Let's just say it included a can of Coca-Cola exploding, and I haven't quite recovered. That's the only explanation I can think of for the preceding paragraphs.
In other other news, I'm really glad it's Friday.
posted by grackyfrogg @ 10:30 AM
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