Today will be my day of productivity.
No, really.
I’ve lit nag champa. Music belting. Today
I’ll GET THINGS DONE.
Really, I have had such a productive couple of months.
Whilst I have put off two real life things I have done so
Much BLOGGING. Submitted stories about
Real doll dead girls. Dated some. Done so very much
blogging.
The Possibly Not Very Reliable Witness says
I’m making a zine. Would you like to submit something
one day? I say
I’ll write something RIGHT NOW!
Really, I think I’m excelling at productivity.
My lunar calendar says
New moon tomorrow.
Today’s the day! I think.
Yes it, yes it is. Today’s the day
I won’t procrastinate.
Then I notice I urgently need
hobnobs. And understanding that they’re
most important of all, dash out the door, and then I’m gone.
I think I win at life.
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Hobnobs?
HOBNOBS!
Utter filth.
[Please don't explain to the American contingent what Hobnobs really are. It will destroy the mystigue.]
I introduced an American to hobnobs the other week.
Much delight was experienced by all who partook.
I'm so glad. I find that Americans sometimes have problems with the unexpected moistness of the average Hobnob, don't you?
i was going to ask you if you felt like you got done what you needed to but now i'm stuck wondering about hobnobs.
i actually made a really decent dent in the stuff i needed to get done.
the hobnobs helped.
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