FU, Internet.
The age of information, coupled with my crippling procrastination, are scheming to destroy me.
Every day I’m inundated with new ideas, projects, items, tasks, to-do lists, etc, all of which serve to remind me of how very much I’m not doing. Then, I feel this sense of total freedom when I realize that I could be using my valuable couch-sitting time to do SO MANY wonderful AMAZING things! Maybe this summer I will finally begin to can things! I want tomatoes in the winter! (PS-the East Coast sucks). I need to prepare for that bachelorette party! Craft craft, you little bitch! Get rid of your miscellaneous crap! Look for apartments! Go to the Farmer’s Market! Exercise!
…and then mere seconds later I’m crippled by all of the possible decisions I could be making and I just end up musing vilely upon my inherent laziness. While I sit on the couch for a few more hours. Probably refreshing facebook and wondering why I’m not getting any alerts. (Whoever invented facebook’s alert system was either just trying to be helpful, or they studied a fuckton of reinforcement schedules and knew JUST HOW to make our rodent brains crave the reward of a tiny little red “1”).
I think today I’m going to shut off my laptop and get some reading done. Right after I finish this godforsaken resume.
