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What to do.

I'm tired-ish. Kinda wanna workout. Severely bored. Still stuck on train for at least 10mins. Dance party?

Hm, maybe next time.

Still, I hate feeling restless. It's really very not good for me. I do stupid shit when I'm feeling restless. Like blow off 9hours solid on.....well, not just internet porn........ Stop judging me, I'm tired.

At least I did something responsible tonight and feel oodles better for it. Still....amidst the modest sense of accomplishment lurks/lingers a rude restlessness. Urging me. To what is unclear, but it's there, like a little itch at the back of my head.

(That was half a reference to/rip off of a Doctor Who line. Sex favors for anyone who figures out what episode and context it's been removed from.)

Anyway, I got the Bad Movie Monday out remarkably on time this week. The only reason it wasn't posted last night was I still had to figure out which screen caps to use. And then I stayed at work until 2am instead of a healthy 8pm.

So getting better about that. Does this mean I'm beginning to understand time requirements, comprehend deadlines, and plan shit out in advance *better*??

Maybe. Maybe there is hope for ne'erdowells like me afterall.


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