I really don’t dance around in my underwear ALL day long

Let’s see if I can be a bit more focused today.  Yesterday, I was all over the place…clean room, pink eye, dancing around, Guitar Hero, Ooh!  Look!  A crow!  Ca-Caw!  Kudos to you if you were able to keep up. If not, even greater kudos to you…that means you’re normal.  It’s all good.

I’m just finding ways to procrastinate the Great Review of Deez Nuts. The multiple bags of almonds that were sent to me last month.  The multiple bags of almonds I’ve been eating like a nut-deprived squirrel.  The almonds I’m eating this very second.  I’ve found myself skipping meals as I’ve loaded my gut full of nuts already.  I know almonds are supposed to healthy, but I doubt in the mass quantities I’ve been consuming.  So, there’s that.

What else am I procrastinating about?  Working on some other websites.  I had the bright idea, “Hey, why don’t I draw some comics?”  “Ooh, yeh.  That’ll be great.  Get on that.”  But, you know, I’m not always so hot at the picture pages.  I was clearly high on diaper fumes when I made that suggestion.  I am good at a sketch I’ve been doodling away on for say a few months or maybe years.  I took a Cognitive Psychology class (psych, my minor; psychotic, my state of being) in undergrad, a class which was ummm not so lively and interesting.  There was this larger African American woman always seated a few rows in front of me.  Sometime during the first week of class, I started sketching the back of her head on the side of my notes.  She had several folds of bloated skin on her neck (i can’t bring myself to write fat because i can’t imagine the current state of the back of my own neck).  Every class when I would start to lose interest in what the professor was saying, instead of battling to keep my eyes open I would flip to that page of notes and work on my masterpiece.  By the end of the quarter, I had completed a perfect rendering of the back of this woman seated in a desk.  So, yeh, that’s the extent of my artistic talents with pen and pencil.

I see many stick figures in my future.

I should stick to my day job. Wait, this is my day job. I'm screwed.