procrastination pit-stop

Ah, those heady days of the first draft...

Ay-up!
Yes!  It's me!  On a Saturday afternoon rather than a Sunday evening!  I'd like to say that my slightly-earlier-than-usual blog has some significance and, to be fair, it does.  It signifies... procrastination.
You see, I have two hours before I head out to my mate's 30th birthday do but, quite honestly, everything on my to-do list is filling me with something other than enthusiasm.  I've made a start on my decorating task for the weekend, but I've run out of paint.  Of course, I could spend an hour prepping the rest of the woodwork in the hall but, quite honestly, I don't really fancy it.  It's physically tiring, gets dust everywhere and is really quite boring.  The other options are to ring npower and try to sort out a dispute about my electricity supplier (read:  major headache) or to make a start on re-writing the first few chapters of my latest writing project - a project I'm very excited about, but I feel exhausted  even thinking about the task in hand.  Uff!
So here I am, blogging away.  And I'm running out of things to say.  Which means I probably need to stop typing and go do something else.  Suddenly scrubbing the toilet and tackling the washing up seem very appealing...

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