In honour of the Olympics, I am holding my own games: the Procrastination Olympics.
I am so winning gold in this event.I mean, it's not like I'm moving soon. Nope. I'm not actually moving on March 20. Not at all. And I'm not moving in with my beau, meaning I don't really need to seriously clean out all my crap. That's not happening. And it's not like I've got to pack things up really well so I can stick them in storage. So not what's happening.
Shee-it.
Well, at least I'll get a gold medal out of this.
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