Maybe procrastinating isn't so bad. ..

Yeah right. HAH! Procrastinating isn't really ever good, and yet for so many of us, it is inescapable. I didn't do any work yesterday. . .NOT ANY. I had a whole evening. . . roughly 5 open hours to do work, and I didn't do anything. Ok, so I cleaned my room, finally. I also did my laundry--which admittedly needed to happen, considering how much of it smells of the smokey bars. I stared at the internet until my eyes hurt. And so I went to sleep with the creeping feeling of impending doom.

And then I dreamt of the scary clown(you know, the Tim Curry one?), and woke up at 4AM wanting to go to the bathroom but afraid to step off my bed. I hate that. It's that frame of mind where you know if you get yourself awake enough you wont' be scared anymore, but it takes forever and you are afraid to even breathe hard. I love Stephen Kings "It"--nothing captures that inexplicable fear of anything that you can only (hah only?) have as a child. There are some horror movies you can watch and not be scared. They are like the beer of horror films. Take almost any vampire movie, for instance. Or really bad B-movies, which are more hilarious than scary. But then there's the harder stuff. .. like "It" or "Blair Witch Project" or "House on a Haunted Hill" (minus the last 30 minutes on that one), or "Signs" (which despite being ill-thought out, had me up three mornings in a row at 5AM afraid there were aliens in the house) that scare you so much you know you should turn off the VCR, but it's so good you just can't. And then when it's over, oh-ho boy do you regret it. But I've read "It" 3 times through, and usually when I dream of ole' Pennywise the Clown it means I should read it again. But no, it's like, more than 1000 pages. .. .

Anyway, I didnt' get especially good sleep. And so I napped in my warm, sunny room after lunch, and that was nice. And after dinner I went out for Beer and Pizza with Dave, Corey, and Jason. You know, I tried to get Dave to promise they wouldn't bury me in computer talk, but I knew there was no stopping it. I don't really mind though, because I know microbiologists are the same way. Everybody likes to talk shop from time to time.

I then went off to the radio station to help finish up some planning and cleaning of the studio. We had a good time, getting high off fruity markers and the Murphy's Oil Soap that Sean spilled over everything. . . it was good times. But I broke the knee in my pants, and now i feel like a punk with a big hole in my jeans. .. .

And now, I actually feel ready to work, so maybe it was good that I took a break. Maybe. But I'm still not happy about it :)