God damnit charlz.

procrastination is stress producing.
and how the fuck can I not procrastinate when there are a bunch of people making gingerbread houses in my house? All that sugar?! What is a girl to do?
Anyhow. Stress often produces awesome work for me.
It's 6 pm and I'm drinking stovetop espresso.
I can do this. I can.
Let the words roll.

Okay. Okay.

In three looong hours, I have read three chapters of Western Civ. and I have written 5 essays. They are short, they are supposed to be short. But I didn't even KNOW any of the material needed for said essays when I started. I'm feeling better and better. Why the fuck was I such a slacker?

This is what's left to do:
-two slightly longer essays, one on Islam and the other on the changing economy, society, and politics in Europe in the early and high middle ages.
-a short paper (whose topic I changed and is still undecided!).
-minor revisions on all of my writing essays. Those are alright, though. I have really high scores on them, and not much is needed.
-everything I can not to get distracted by the porn I started writing instead of writing things that are due tomorrow.

So, I'm taking this little break, and I feel okay about it. I'm eating some grub, and I feel good about it. I made myself a cocktail, and I feel great about that.
Someday soon I'm going to write about some interesting butch/femme stuff that's coming up for me this week.
ok. bowl's empty. back to it.