Procrastination

Today was a different sort of day for me.
It started off like any other, I woke up, showered, got dressed, attempted to find my keys for a good 10 minutes (they were in my purse, just like they always are), and drove to work.

I walked through the doors today and it was like I entered an alternate reality (fitting considering I am supposed to be studying this for my philosophy test that is TOMORROW).

Mind you, I have been working for 80 hours already this pay period and only a week of it has passed. So, my mind is barely managing to grasp simple concepts like time, space, proper communication skills...

I am running into things, dropping anything I pick up, and still agreeing to do a ridiculous amount of work in my compressed day. I decided to cut hair (I cut VERY bad hair today...VERY bad...hopefully tomorrow I can buzz  it a little better, oops, thanks uncoordinated/tired hands). I am pretty sure I may have dropped an F bomb at work.

Meanwhile, my mind is in 20223292732 different places. Back and forth between my friends, music I want to download when I get home (and upon writing that I put 3 albums in my download queue). I am thinking about random things that I feel almost a COMPULSION to do: go become a blonde again, eat a Wendy's cheeseburger, smoke a cigarette.

By the way, I don't even smoke, but for some reason today when I was helping a client buy her cigarettes, they looked DELICIOUS. I might have just eaten them like some kind of crazed animal.

So, in the end I devoured a cheeseburger from Wendy's, avoided cigarettes, and successfully became a real blonde.

However, since my mind is still a spinning mess of everything and because I am a huge chicken, I have decided to use my blog to be my little buffer.

All the steps in the right direction have been taken. You should just give it up and be my boyfriend. I really don't want to have to light myself on fire, or relationship request you, or wait to see what I know that you have done with the ghost hyenas, or make you call your parents...

I forgot to draw your hair, or our eyes out of my exhaustion.
But save me the grief of having to risk my life to make you think I'm cool. :)


And now I will begin studying my philosophy because I don't think my professor would ever be impressed with this blog, especially now that I have possibly defiled it out of my passive procrastination process.