I have a paper due tomorrow night. I'm on the cellar. To be fair, I have started to write it then realized that I have 500 words already and the maximum is supposed to be 2000. I don't even have half of one part (out of 5 parts) written. I'm afraid I'm going a tad overboard. I guess it shows my passion for this subject, which happens to be sexual fetishes.

MIL ETA: 1 hour. State of house: upfucked. State of monster: inactive.

this is becoming a tradition!

indeed. i think I'm trying to surpass myprevious record each time. Stairs and landing now vacced and clear of obstacles. Now to make the car presentable, then if time clear a path to the lovely clean sofa

gah, she's landed. game over.

oh hai. I have an hour in which to do something useful. Like the paperwork that's long overdue. Perhaps I'll create a treasure hunt poll

Oh dear, I discovered a new Britcom availabale on Youtube. It's not hilarious, but it's enough....

damn I've found this thread again ...

I've sat on my ass doing nothing all day. and I had so many plans...... :mad:

Things to do before I leave the house tomorrow.
Should do them now. It will make the morning more pleasing and I will get to school earlier.
Am I gonna?

Neh.

Not even getting any pleasure from hanging around on the internet tonight, just killing time. I mean the Cellar is lovely, but tonight it's not majorly compelling.
I just can't be arsed to get up and get going for the benefit of tomorrow-me.

You know that procrarsetinating I tought I'd stoped? Well, I started again ... :(

I'll post something later.

That's alright - you've been busy inventing beautiful words.

Tomorrow me is now today me and I have already done my chores nay bother.
Just need to clean my teeth, then I'm off.
Still shouldn't be mincing about on here though...

This thread is the last thing standing between me and FORM D.