Like today. Yesterday, as I was signing off for the night, I figured, "Eh, I'll have plenty of time tomorrow to get some stuff written before I go to work." And then all this afternoon I did some little chores, ran some little errands, but never really got started on anything bigger than that, because I was afraid I'd have to stop and go to work. Anyway...it's pretty moot at this point, as now the deadline actually is looming and I've got to head to work soon. But it's just one of those weird things...that mental trickery that defies the objective observation. I work foo hours, commute bar, sleep baz, I should have thud hours left in the day to get stuff done. Thud is a non-trivial amount, but by the arrangement of the schedule, somehow I only get trivial things accomplished.
In any case, tomorrow I'm off again...my day off before the crazy weekend pit opens up once more. I'm hoping to hole up and take care of business tomorrow. I had thought, actually, that I might try for a New York trip, but at this point I don't think that's gonna happen. Some other Thursday, perhaps. :)
In any case, off with me. Peace out, party people. Smell ya later!