I'm sitting here, attempting to edit this extraordinarily boring piece of pamphlet for an organization my father is part of (and which he volunteered me to do it before I agreed), and I’ve realized that I am now facing my first real anti-face struggle.
In the past, when I tried to delve into writing or editing, I'd open the word processor and type a few craptastic sentences, and then open the web browser and play on Facebook until I figured out which direction to take with my paper. Through this venture, I’d learn which other classmates were doing the same thing I was as I was via status updates, and in return leave panicked wall posts about not doing the work. I’d read what I could be doing and the fun I could be having if I would just finish the damned paper/project that I’m not working on. Sense the pattern? It was sort of a motivational and joint support group for procrastinators. Le sigh.
NO FACEBOOK. So I turn to blogging, not only because it’s helping to loosen my fingers, but because this is a prime example of me needing the Facebook. Gah.
And now I sit, staring at boring, almost unreadable pamphlet full of confusing history with no chronological sequence, contemplating an additional cup of coffee and a frozen Reese’s peanut butter egg.
