Why is it that every time I have something to do, I always tell myself, "Oh, I have plenty of time for that, it'll be a cinch! Won't take any time at all." Then when comes the time to do the task, I see time flying the fuck by. It's 10h56! I started working at like 9h23 and I haven't gotten anything done! More mysterious yet is the fact this happens each and every time but I still have not managed to learn. Which makes me think: "Just how much did Mom drink when I was in her wine-y womb?"
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been there done that... look at me, i'm blogging.
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