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2006-11-17 - 11:43 a.m.


I cannot concentrate on a single thing to save my fucking LIFE. I work on a thing for five minutes, then something distracts me and I work on that for five minutes, then I go back to the original thing, but before I can get into it again, I'll notice a new message in my inbox and I'll read that, and then I'll need more coffee and on the way to get some more coffee I'll talk to every single goddamn person in the office, and then I'll get back to my cubicle and try to figure out what I was working on, but then I'll have to pee before I figure it out, and on the way to the bathroom I'll stop and talk to every single fucking person in the office again, and then when I'm back at my cubicle, I'll start yet another project and work on it for five or so minutes before I remember that I'd already started two or three other projects, and then I won't be able to decide which to work on, and instead I'll check my email and my diary and MySpace, and then I'll have to pee again and get more coffee, which means more gossiping with co-workers, and so on and so forth and etc. And all of that would be fine because some days are just like that, except that I'm taking all of next week off, and there are things that I MUST GET DONE today so I really need to get my head OUT OF MY ASS and fucking CONCENTRATE.

Oooh! Look at the kitty!

I need some more coffee.

Where was I?

Fuck it, it's time for lunch.

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