Hi, my name is Procrastor.Nothing much recently, other than the exponential rate of me hating my workplace, everything else seems so far. I hardly enjoy myself anymore because I know when Monday comes, its back to the Hellhole. I'm reading a lot recently, I might try to start writing again. Its so weird and quirky that now I even begin to think in a novel format, its laughable really. I'll give you an example.A few days ago, I was going to be scolded by my superior. So I was told to go to his office. As I walked there, I just began to think to myself."So this is it. My hands sweaty, my mind racing, it was impossible to gauge the consequences that I might face. But I still went, pretending everything was going to be fine & dandy. That was my way of telling the other side of me, my realistic side, that I was scared shitless."
LOL...or something like that. I don't particularly remember the exact words I thought out, but I guess thats what novels do to your brain.