This is my brain: _/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_/
This is my brain after leaving too much work for the last minute and not having anything to eat all day: _________________
Admit it, you love the visuals. ;-)
I'd wonder why I leave these financial advertorials I have to write every month to the last minute but I already know why. My name is Guy LeProscratinator Gonzalez. That's why.
My level of proscratination fluctuates more than the stock market, though, and is just as arbitrary and subject to outside forces. When it comes to work - aka the employment that allows me to pay bills and buy comic books - it is greatly influenced by how much I like my job at any given moment.
Lately, I've been procrastinating a lot more than usual which isn't a good sign. To continue the analogy, it's kind of like the unemployment figures. From analogy to segue, I have no desire to undertake another job search and realize that much of my current discontent comes from the still-glitchy transition we recently had. The new boss is slowly finding her footing so hopefully things will improve.
Until then, things like the poetry_slam list remain tempting diversions, not unlike the pack of cigarettes still under the bed even though you've quit, which explains my earlier post.
Funniest moment in a long, tiring but fun weekend: My father telling my sister, without any apparent irony, "Oh, I didn't get the invitation," when she tells him she's at India's birthday party Saturday night. Not funny ha-ha, funny sad. [7:14pm: Not funny sad/boo-hoo, funny sad/it's a shame what people do to avoid accepting their age and/or responsibilities.]
Every person has free choice. Free to obey or disobey the Natural Laws. Your choice determines the consequences. Nobody ever did, or ever will, escape the consequences of his choices.
Alfred A. Montapert