I'm doing it again. Procrastinating, that is. The course I'm taking ends Thursday, and on Thursday we have nine reflective journals and a final project due. I have, to this point, completed five of the journals (all within the past 2 days), which I think is pretty damn good. I mean, that's over half of my homework! You know, if you don't count the final project.

Shit.

This evening I've been sitting on the sofa with my laptop, typing away. Rob is being very good about not distracting me. He's also being very good about bringing me beer. I never drank beer in college, so I figure now's the time to catch up. I never procrastinated in college, either...

At least I'm a productive procrastinator, looking for any and all legitimate tasks to complete. Like replying to emails. Like doing laundry. Like brushing the cats. Like loading the dishwasher. Like making a grocery list. Like checking the forecast. Like lint-rolling the sofa. Like looking up the word procrastinate in the thesaurus.

A few minutes ago, I looked up from my laptop and asked, "Hey, how many total nights have we spent in hotels in the past 12 months?"

Pause. And then, "Are you taking a survey?!"

Um, maybe. I happen to love surveys. And I happen to have received a customer satisfaction survey in my email, which I happen to be checking every 5 minutes. Not that I'm looking for a distraction or anything.

Ooh, the laundry just buzzed. Gotta run.