I've picked up a freelance project and it's fun, and I'm really enjoying it. That's the truth. Buuut, I found myself with a deadline and a cold, and I just kept procrastinating all weekend, because every time I would sit down in front of the computer, my head felt fuzzy and I just kept telling myself that I had plenty of time. Go take a nap, self. Feel better! Except I did not feel better.
I'm not crazy sick, more like Meg Ryan in You've Got Mail - tissues everywhere but still functioning - but I did come home after church this morning and change directly back into my pajamas. Since then, I've made the following progress.
Took a nap on the couch
Put Bubette down for a nap
Watched the two hour Grey's Anatomy season premiere
Sat down to write
Had a bowl of cereal
Played around with the new iTunes radio
Decided that iTunes radio doesn't know me at all
Moved to the couch with my laptop
Turned the TV on because it was just too quiet in the house (at this point I'm home alone)
Turned the TV off because it's too distracting
Felt jealous of everyone watching Breaking Bad in spite of never once watching the show
Too quiet again!
Cut up an apple
Ate carrot sticks
Gave up the charade of healthy snacking and hoovered too many Cinnamon bears
Got a bit of a stomach ache
Blamed the carrots
Put Bub to bed when husband and kids came home
Felt like this
Wrote this post
If I knock this nonsense off and finish writing right now I can be in bed in an hour. My current motivation is the steady ticking down of my laptop battery. Let's do this.