Procrastination Station.

Just over 4 days until deadline and I end up spending hours eating beef flavored hula hoops, checking facebook and "helping" Jane try to get her projector to work - realizing it doesn't - projecting music videos onto her art instead/posing/dancing.

Unproductive? Yes.

Glad I had my camera? Yes.

Avocado, bacon, cream cheese and soy sauce on toasted tiger loaf a good dinner? Yes Gemma.

Garlic fried asparagus, chips, half a chicken sandwich and sweets a good dinner? No Jane.

No More.

Not having any self control is starting to be a real drag.

He that fights and runs away, may live to fight another day.

The chances of ever finding a scanner suitable to put this in are slim so... webcam it is. Behold my watercolor version of Aaron's fight club face:

Feeling Rich?

Because I really wouldn't mind having this and boy oh boy am I broke.

Words That Describe the Current State of My Face:

1. Congested

2. Bunged

3. Clogged

4. Blocked

5. Jammed

a quote from Sylvia Plath

"If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I’m neurotic as hell. I’ll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days."