And etc…

I’m sitting here in my office procrastinating writing a paper. Usually I don’t actually procrastinate these sorts of things because then I go insane later (which is never good). However, it’s sleeting outside and I feel this gives me a sort of justification. And if my actions cannot be dictated by the weather, then your actions cannot be dictated by the stars.

Actually, I don’t have anything else to say, and lack of creativity is also one reason for my procrastination. Anyway, I guess the point is that I’m still alive. Still breathing, eating, sleeping. A lot of sleeping, actually. I’m also still watching television a lot.