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The more I need to do something else...

I find the more I desperately need to do something that might get me further ahead in life instead of stuck in what Red Queen Day borrows from Alice--running just to stay in place--the more I procrastinate with things which seem important and taxing but really get me nowhere. So I am up until 2:00 am, delighted with myself for editing the HTML (something I've had in the back of my mind for AGES) when if I were truly being useful I'd be building the actual web page I've promised myself for almost two years, and from there building the portfolio to get into grad school OR making a script for a voice-over demo tape since people who use voice over talent have said that I should. OR writing the play or the novel that exist in huge chunks in my head. OR at the very least cleaning, ironing and sewing. Possibly exercising (though prob. not at 2 am).

What's funny is that it's a variable list. Sometimes I clean to procrastinate something even more frightening, but see, cleaning just gets you to the same spot, only cleaner. A portfolio MIGHT get me further ahead--but it's the lack of guarantee that daunts me.

Love,
Novel
And yes, that's me in the corner with good lighting, a few pounds ago (just a few--truth in advertising--which makes me a BAD salesperson).

Oh, and added the Technorati thingamy. We shall see. Low expectations shall always be rewarded.

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