a little procrastination situation

it seems i've invented merely another way to shuck off responsibility and spin a more convoluted web of procrastination with this here little blog. i really should be addressing the laundry situation that is usurping every open piece of floor in my room, spilling outward into the hallway. my bedroom is a war zone filled with land mines of dark, bright, and white loads, stacks of books, and empty wine bottles. i'm forced to weave through a labyrinth of shit on tippy toes just to make it from the door to the mattress. disgusting, eh reader?

but alas, my bed is clear, aside from my snoring cat. and this messy little room is still a little haven from the responsibility that lies just beyond the front door of my apartment: the phantom noises in my gas guzzling car (which sound eerily like shit brakes), how behind i am at job number two, not getting paid enough at job number one, forms in need of filing, the list goes on far far, but typing it stresses me out. blah.

and i know, i know.. one task at a time, deep breaths, and big picture nonsense. that's what momu would say. why not solve this little procrastination situation once and for all with a strong cup of mate and some perspective. i gotta slay the scarlet o'hare in me.

of course this mattress is damn comfy, milo sleeps cute, and i've got brokedown palace on the stereo... and all this makes for contentment.. so maybe just a 15 minute nap.. then the rest of it all.