My socks are in pairs for the fist time in many moons. There are no longer random piles of books and university prospectuses strategically strewn on the floor. I have even rearranged my entire wardrobe, only to end up with everything back exactly where it was. I have been procrastinating all afternoon.
Although it feels to me like I have been busy today, none of the afore mentioned tasks will enrich my life in any way shape or form. I could argue that these pointless procrastinations are "a good job jobbed" (as my grandma would say). In reality I have been so restless today that I had the attention span of a gnat, leading to several random projects started and unfinished. I may as well have sprawled in front of the television for the lack of productivity in my day.
This situation is not easily remedied when there are so many devilish distractions lying in wait around the house. Culprit number 1 is of course the deadly television, followed closely by the depths of the internet. Depths that draw you in further and further until its an hour later and you still haven't looked up that word. Re-organising, list-making and tidying all fall under this category of useless diversions. On one occasion I found myself up to my eyebrows in old birthday cards, rammed into a shoebox for "safe-keeping".
Eventually the feeling passes and I find something to fasten my concentration to, then I must cling on to dear life so as not to lose focus again...
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