i will not start tomorrow, but today!

I find it so ironic that when I had to make a iambic pentameter monologue battling my tragic flaw in high school (we were studying Macbeth)... and it was Procrastination.

Surprising, isn't it not.

Though I have now created a playlist to write with (to? for? some preposition here) and am trying to decide how late to stay up or just get up early. Hard to do both. Hard also to make decisions at 2am. Hmmm.

Tired has hit all of a sudden. Fight against it! Noooooooo, sleep is no good yet. Neither is stomach cramps. Bad body, no cookie.

Working plan: write for another hour, then try to get some sleep for a bit. Then bang out the rest of it.

At least I have a new skirt from the Gap to wear tomorrow. Er, today. It's purple! And can be twirled around in; I find this a great asset in a skirt. Like a small child.

To conclude:

Dear Curriculum Unit:

Unlike the song on my iPod, you are NOT my joy. Nor will ever be.

No love,

Me

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ETA @ 3:47am - OKay, gonna head to bed for 3-4 hours. We'll see how this all looks in the morning. Or rather LATER in the morning...