Procrastination

To celebrate my 100th blog post I thought I'd write another. (That's a lie I'm on to about day 100 of procrastination...did you know that procrastination comes from the Latin...see). Listening to men talking about going into therapy on Radio 4 probably isn't helping. I'm still in my PJs. It's 11.30am. I don't have a job. I seem unable to force myself to get one, instead choosing to lie in bed two hours after I've woken, lucid dreaming about things getting in the way of my voting on May 6th and realising I've missed the boat. Along with all those other boats. I'll dream about arguing with my friends who are calling me slovenly. I scream at them that it isn't just me. It never is. The sun is shining. I am inside. Why am I inside. Why can't I be... Oh David Sedaris is on. I would like to meet him. I want to be like him.