Procrastination.

I have, literally, weeks of work over due. I should be doing it all right now but I can't bring myself to do it. Why do I put myself in these situations? Fuck my stupid way of dealing.

Today there was a spider on my door. I shat my pants. Not literally, but I squealed like a little girl. And now I am paranoid. THERE ARE SPIDERS EVERYWHERE!!
Normally I am okay with spiders, but this one was of the black scary variety. I don't like the black scary ones.


So I just attempted to do some work. I finished my client profile, but I am going to do my questions later. I really can't be stuffed. It's 8.30, which is as good as bedtime for me.


I don't actually know what to write today. I have been awfully insecure. I have it in my head that Jay is fucking around on me. He probably isn't. In fact, logically, I am positive that he isn't. There is just something inside me that says he is. But that's just my paranoia.


I really really want to write something meaningful, or at least interesting. Why must I fail?