Procrastination revelation of the Nation.

Procrastination is fun! I should be revising yet instead I am procrastinating about my fanfic without actually doing any work on it and have come to the following conclusion; Russian names are funky!

Your question is almost an exact replica of a past paper question I had to do in my last psychology lesson I could try to evaluate it psychodynamically but you probably wouldn't appreciate insights into your anal stage .

Because you love us so much you can't stand the thought of leaving us alone?
Eh? Eh?

Yes, we can avoid the Freudian insights today methinks. Thanks all the same.

To do:
Sort out three draw-fuls of paper;
Find somewhere to pack my books and CDs having filled the appropriate box with my expanded DVD collection;
Throw away rubbish from under bed;
Wash up today's dinner stuff;
Find out what I've actually got in that cupboard under the sink, cus all I use from under there is soap, toilet-roll, shampoo and my shaver, yet somehow it's completely full;
Bring all things from kitchen to bedroom;
Beat up housemates till they return my glasses/cutlery/choc-ices/etc;
Kill the creature living on my fridge-shelf...

EDIT: Note to self, those come out larger than expected.

What they should write on bathroom cleaning spray:
"Please note: Though we have included instructions for use on this product, no one ever reads them more than once and no one expects you to actually follow them. It'd probably be easier just to wing it really, though don't be alarmed if you get some strange Russian chaps in white coats coming to inspect the eco-system around your taps."

In other news, I seem to have accumulated at least 10 invoices from the university over the year.

(And why on Earth do I have a permanent UV marker?)

If you're anything like me, you have a primal fear of just about everything, and taking action somehow makes it more real.

Indeed, B. I find that anticipating it the night before you actually have to do something helps relieve the feeling of regret for not having done anything about it earlier.

Got everything packed in the end, but we couldnt fit the small table Mum leant me in the car, but since it never came out of the loft (or attic to you yanks) she decided to leave it behind.
Meh, her choice.

Home now anyway, and now all i have to put of is unpacking...