The Bookish Dark

I'm a sucker for dramatic irony.

Hey, whadaya know, I have 3 days to write 25 pages!

Not counting today because we all know I won’t start until tomorrow at the earliest.  Unless maybe I trick myself into doing it later.  I used to have a month to write 25 pages.  I don’t know how this happens.

I feel convinced that I would get actual work done if I had an office.  With a clean desk that has lots of drawers and a desktop computer that’s always in the same place.  Somehow the idea of getting out my laptop and setting it up somewhere to write seems extremely difficult, an unnecessary effort.  Which is a little odd because I have no problems setting it up to watch television.  When I say “setting it up,” I mean opening it and clicking on stuff. 

I love television.

I’m not sure if I’m doing research or procrastinating.

EDIT: I figured it out.  I was floundering.

I forgot how to write good.