You know, I knew about this from its day one. And yet I actually wrote it on day sixteen, literally hours away from the deadline.

I just... Why? It's like on day one to fifteen there's no inspiration in the world but bam! Day sixteen comes and I'm like "yes, the universe has been opened up to me. "

I am a procrastinator. A procrastinator is me. Don't be like me.

In fact I'm gonna take the first step and stop procrastinating.

Right after taking a shower. And eating. Immediately after that.

But before that I have to find a hair tie (those bloody buggers) to get my hair out of my face. And maybe take a nap. But as soon as I'm done with those.

Yay for not procrastinating.