Ow.

The nice Fed Ex man brought me a Droid on Wednesday, and there is so, so much to tell about how I love it. But now is not the time for that. Now is the time to gross you out.

I have always been a procrastinator. I have tried to break that cycle with this history degree that I’m pursuing, but old habits die hard. I still have the tendency to think that all writing must come out perfect the first time, and while I struggle to get that sentence exactly right the first time, hey, look, someone just tweeted, I should go check that out. I am working on overcoming this and even have a handy app on my Droid (so much for not talking about it) that has a timer so I know exactly how much time I’ve spent on task. This app is a miracle worker, because it kept my nose to the grindstone a lot yesterday. But today, even though I only have two more articles to critique and a conclusion to write and am so close to the finish line I can taste it, I still feel the need to procrastinate.

I played a game on my Droid for a while. Then I remembered that I took the ring out of my rook piercing out on Wednesday while I was waiting for the Fed Ex guy and never put it back in. And so I just did. And basically had to re-pierce the damn thing because it had been out for a few days. It did not bleed, but oh my god, my ear hurts right now. I took Advil and am waiting for the pain to die down a little so I can concentrate again.

I guess it serves me right for procrastinating, doesn’t it?