jaune_chat (jaune_chat) wrote,

Let's Procrastinate, Me, Myself, and I

So, on Monday, I think I should do some writing for the many projects I have lined up.

Then I realize I must go to the courthouse to do some paperwork for Mr. Chat's impending residence visa renewal right after work. Afterwards, I surf the I Can Has Cheezburger network for an hour, have dinner and watch the newest episode of Top Gear with Mr. Chat. Then we go to bed.

On Tuesday, I think I should do some writing for the many projects I have lined up.

Then I realize I have to mow my lawn right after work, take out the garbage for the next day. Afterwards, I check my e-mail, have dinner, and watch Sunday's episode of Leverage with Mr. Chat. Then we go to bed.

On Wednesday, I think I should do some writing for the many projects I have lined up.

In an attempt to make the most of my time at work (in a warehouse) I think I should spend the time that I do mindless things like pulling parts to process in working out how the dialogue should go.

Then my brain says, "Let's run the lyrics to the Fried Ham song through here ten times in a row."
"Uh, no," says I, "I have angsty dialogue to work on!"
"Nope, we're going to have the Fried Ham song and dance hour in here."
"Damn it, brain, I at least have to do something towards my projects."
"Fried ham, fried ham, cheese and baloney, and afterwards we'll have macaroni, and pickles and pretzels, and then we'll have some more fried ham! friedhamfriedham."
"Yes, that was fun, I'll grant you, but I really want to know exactly how this conversation would go-."
"Fried ham, fried ham..."
"Oh God."

*some time later*

"Are we done with the Fried Ham song?"
"Ok, so can I work on this dialogue now?"
"Nope, now we're going to sing the Battle Hymn of the Republic! In both normal and tongue-twister verses!"
"Why the hell do I even know the Battle Hymn of the Republic?"
"And afterward, I think we're going to sing My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean in about seven different keys."
"...you suck."
"And Amazing Grace."

*more time later*

"Ok, done with camp songs and hymns?"
"Yup! But now you have to go shopping. And then you're watching the two-hour Captain Phil tribute episode of Deadliest Catch with Mr. Chat."
"Damn it, am I going to have any time to write today?"
"You have to do the session write-up from your D&D game last week."
"Yes, I know, I just did that. And that's not what I meant!"
"You know, instead of writing this LJ post about procrastinating, you could just actually write on one of your projects."
"Screw you! I'd have something to write about if you hadn't been blathering on about Fried Ham all afternoon!"
"...not my fault. Besides, you can write tomorrow."
"No, tomorrow I mow my dad's lawn. And Friday I'm running a game."
"Sucks to be you, eh?"
"Screw you and the horse you rode in on!"
"Fried ham, fried ham, cheese and baloney..."
Tags: my brain, procrastination, real life, state of the fic

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