There are many things I could be doing, and in fact should be doing. But this is the time of year when I find myself...
-Answering telemarketer calls
-Completing annoying online surveys
-Scrubbing the stove
-Checking e-mail and Facebook 8 million times (but somehow not summoning the energy required to respond. I'm sorry: I probably owe you one. I'm sorry but I'm just thinking of the right words to say (I promise) I know they don't sound the way I planned them to be (I promise) But if I had to walk the world I'd make you something something, I promise you, I promise you. There: When in Rome just handily proved my point.)
-Watching for the mail truck
-Wandering aimlessly around the house
-Letting the kettle scream too long
-Dusting (!)
You know it's desperate when I start dusting. My students would find my procrastination hilarious -- that is, if they weren't so eager to know their grades. I'm exaggerating a little (really, Sarah? you?), since I seem to be on track: breaking the work down into small, manageable chunks. But I'm all out of my grading go-to energy source, candy corn, which could necessitate a trip to the store. Where maybe I should do some Christmas shopping. And buy a gift for my adorable new niece. And her big sis, so she won't feel left out. Also need more coffee filters. And is there an aisle that sells sleep?
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