compulsive compartmentalization

Captured thoughts…on exhibit in the zoo that is the blog-o-sphere.

There is no such thing on earth as an uninteresting subject; the only thing that can exist is an uninterested person. - G.K. Chesterton

I went and worked out this evening. I’m tired. But I have a paper to write for class. So why am I on here blogging?

Because my favorite hobby is procrastinating. I’m good at it and I tend to play to my strengths. I went to Wendy’s and got a Frosty a few minutes ago, which really stretched out the procrastination time. But now the Frosty is gone and I’m faced with the paper I have yet to write. Oooh..how about a haiku?

Frosty walked through town
Thumpity thump thump, look out!
Dave Thomas ate him.

Don’t ask where the beef comes from. Poor Rudolph.

Well, I guess I should go finish up my paper. And by “finish” I mean “start”.

I wonder if I have any email?

5 Responses to “procrastination station”

  1. oh man, procrastination is what all the cool kids do…

    seriously.

    i even put procrastinating about things off….

    i call it concrastination

    SillyJoe

  2. I am with Silly and Gravy.. I procrastinate about procrastinating.

    Eric

  3. I’m tempted to put off replying to this entry.

    Geof F. Morris

  4. that’s okay, I’m procrastinating replying.

    brian

  5. These comments give me Treyja-vu…I just read his procrastination post.

    Roger

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