You rush a miracle man, you get rotten miracles.

I have this side project I'm supposed to be working on and, much like I did when I had a paper to write in college, I have been doing everything in my power to procrastinate this evening. Procrastination includes but is not limited to:

• watching Love, Actually (oh, shut up)
• dusting (and also realizing that we need to dust more often)
• trying to get Phoebe to chase her tail
• working on the scarf that hasn't seen the light of day since, oh, I lived in my old apartment, probably
• playing Ms. Pac Man (don't be jealous, we have one that hooks up to our TV)
• gossiping with Heidi
• cleaning my room
• reserving library books
• reading blogs in case anyone has written anything new in the past ten minutes . . . which they haven't . . . get on that, please
• oh, and writing this

Stop distracting me, Internets.