I can't do anything that is actually important today. I'm in full-blown aversion of all responsibilities. I don't want to do chores, I don't want to clean, I don't want to write, or edit or anything. This internet offers enough mental distraction that I can, for a few minutes, forget I have a ton of things to do. And no matter how hard I try to wish and play Cinderella, there's no fucking fairy godmother or house full of helpful vermin to the work for me.
Laundry - Bah!
Dishes - Bah!
Baking - maybe later, that counts as chore aversion even though it increases the mess.
Sweeping/Vacuuming - Double Bah!
Editing the MS - Fuck off and be Bah!
Scripting Dialogue - Bah!
Put On Make-up and Do Hair For Child's Stage Debut Later Today - Bah!
But I am excited to go see Sassy recite her Scottish Poem before the school assembly. We're special invitees as our darling is reciting. A Scottish Poem. As Sunday is Robert Burns Day and the Scots go mad for it, making haggis, neeps and tatties dinners and reciting poems of the Bard himself. And yes, she's reciting it in Scots which her Dad had to help her with as I'm a tad hopeless and not as encouraging. I did help in my own way by showing her recitation techniques, and sharing the wisdom bestowed upon Jan Brady (Or was it Marcia?) to overcome any stage fright; to see the audience in their underwear. She now thinks I'm batshit crazy, but she did laugh at the thought of her Principal in his boxers - who wouldn't?
I have wasted my whole morning fucking about in the internet. This thing needs a timer and a lock-out option. I'm just very bad at self regulating/self management.
I'll go wash the dishes. Bah.