Shit. Pear's birthday is less than two hours away, and I haven't made his present yet. But I need to work on my MP. It's just gonna have to wait till I'm absolutely nauseated by the idea of doing AutoCad. Oh wait, I already am.


Isn't it funny how I try to cheat myself of time? And manage to sound incoherent at the same time, like how I'm doing now? In case no one has guessed it yet, I'm trying to put off doing my MP. It revolts me so, and it just so happens that other than being the queen of -what term did I use again?- scatterbrains, I am also the reigning champion procastinator.

So sue me.