As the work keeps piling up on me...

Yes, my favourite way to freak out about how much stuff I have to do is to procrastinate.

Even if I am still writing, it is not what I am supposed to be writing.

I have spent a couple of days at home, helping my Ma with some housework and stuff, giving the dog ridiculously long walks and cooking dinner. It has been fun, and I seem to work a lot harder when I am here. However, it really is time I headed back home to London town, though I think it may mean that I will become the library's new gremlin. I just can't work at home, I mean maybe if I force myself. But if other people are in the house I just want to play with them! It is a real struggle.

SO many other things I am supposed to have done this month but I have delayed or put them off, it is highly irritating. Do you ever just get that feeling that there will never be a moment when life can just simply plod along and there isn't a drastic need for something to be done?

I know that whilst I am wishing for some calm and smooth sailing for a little while, that as soon as I get it I will be more bored than a bored thing.

However, ticket to America is booked and that is something I can look forward to after my crazy schedule has chilled the hell out a little bit.


Procrastinating love to everyone.