Care to procrastinate?

So I woke up in the wee hours of the morning to go with my family to take little sister to the airport for her big Ireland send off. It was good, I was/am jealous, pretty typical. Then I came home to take a little nappy before really getting into the groove of the day. Well, the nap ended up taking longer than expected (yes, let's blame the nap; it's the nap's fault, not mine) so I got kind of a late start on the real day.

But now here I am. Laptop a-going, piles of work around me... And then I killed about thirty minutes checking email, making a sandwich, seeing what this new facebook is about... And here I am. Still with the books and such, but no progress seems to be getting made. So here is where you come in. I am writing under the guise of having a loyal, devoted public that I must attend to (talk about delusions of grandeur); however, we all know that since I have nothing very important to tell you that I am simply trying to force away the unforgiving and accusing stares of the pile of textbooks next to me with a distraction. Aren't you lucky to be that distraction?

The answer is yes.

Okay, well the guilt is killing me, so I will attempt to do some productive work now. In the meantime, I will leave you with this thought: I could use a big overstuffed chair for my study cave.

C