i ditched work early to get home so i could work on my short story. i fired up ol’ Ogden and just settled in for a quick e-mail check before getting that nose of mine to the grindstone. in my box was a note from Kelly, with the subject ‘Class has been cancelled.’ allegedly there are phone calls going out from the loft telling me and me ‘mates that there will be no class tomorrow. kelly wants to know what kind of voodoo magic i’m working.
i never got the message (which upon further investigation is totally my fault because i never, ever updated my number with the loft when i moved). but yeah, no class tomorrow. i am the goddess of the procrastinatory arts. you should quiver in awe of my greatness.
now i got another entire week of procrastination ahead of me. ohhhh, yeaaahhh.