Since I am off work this week and I have a short story due in THREE days, I’ve decided that I have to have a plan. And so far this is what I got:
11:45 a.m. Get hair colored (again)
1:00 p.m. Put on pajamas
1:02 p.m. Watch Day of Our Lives
1:45 p.m. freak right out because I have a short story due in THREE days and I haven’t started it
1:46 p.m. – 4:30 p.m. Procrastinate
4:30 p.m. – 6:30 p.m. Stare at blank page
6:30 p.m. Eat dinner
6:38 p.m. – 8:30 p.m. Freak out
The rest of the day is pretty open.
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Seeing as it’s 1:47 and you are probably still freaking out from two minutes ago, would now be a good time to remind you that it is not three days but only two until the story is due? The day after tomorrow. Fifty-one and a half hours, approximately.
As you were.
Listen here bucko, do you need me to tell you to GO FUCK YOURSELF, or do you remember that from last time?
Ahhhh yes, that does ring a bell. I shall take it under advisement and, considering I’m not getting fucked by anyone else presently, will commence with the fucking of my own self by my self.
I think I might have a story idea, so you can go easy on the fucking yourself until I start to freak out again.