#101 ·
So, I had this whole plan yesterday afternoon to actually get some work done—you know, catching up on articles, hitting those looming deadlines, the usual grind—and then hit a concert later that night. But once I started just spacing out and procrastinating all afternoon, I basically told myself I wasn't allowed to go out and decided to stay in and grind through the evening instead. Naturally, I ended up doing absolutely nothing but messing around at home all night. Everything just got pushed to today. Now, it’s such a beautiful day out that the last thing I want to do is sit here staring at a keyboard... Honestly, I’m seriously tempted to just hop in the car, go for a long, mindless drive through the Appalachian Mountains, grab the best pizza on the planet somewhere near Indianapolis, and only then come back to deal with this writing nightmare.
