I sit here in my bed, with my comfy blanket, an egg carton mattress cushion, and my insanely comfy body pillow staring at this screen realizing that I am the worst procrastinator.
I’ve spent the past hour switching between Twitter and Facebook and about 3 min of reading an article I have to write a paper on for class tomorrow morning. Needless to say the only thing typed on that paper currently is “1.”
Literally, the only thing on the page.
Also, in this hour, I have spent 30 min trying to decide if I should stay up later or wake up earlier to finish this paper. I have yet to come to a decision.
I could probably be at least halfway done with the paper by now but instead I’m sitting here, typing this craziness, and listening to Jimmy Needham. Who I am obsessed with.
I wish I could be playing corn hole right now.
That is seriously what just popped in my head right then. I’m never going to get anything done.
Also, I’ve been sending ridiculous selfies to friends again tonight.
But hey, at least I haven’t gotten lost in Pinterest tonight… yet.