Its called Procrastination, and I hate and love it.

I should be writing - I have this complex where deadlines are set way in advance - and even though I know that I would benefit from unnecessary stress and due panic if I turned the music down and turned the tv off, that I would be a success by now.


But instead, I spent every night this week watching movies, collecting new blog sites, and changing my own...because when I feel out of control in one aspect (usually the hard work involving one) I devote myself to another venture. Then I will chastise myself for having lost precious time that I will never get back. EVER. I tell myself that next time I will know better - then another part of me shoves herself past *lets call it the here she goes again* that weak part and says ''oh no you bloody won't. You're going to be back to the old tricks tomorrow night and you know it...now lets go eat. thinking about work makes you hugry dear."

Ok so I went off there..but CASE IN POINT people. Case in point.