break? are you kiddin' me?

now playing: the voices in my head making known their disapproval of my current inactivity


yeah, yeah, yeah, i know. there's no reason i should be sitting here clicking away when this entire house is screaming at me to get off my ass and get back to work.

it's ten o'clock and the movers that i personally hired to transport our collective crap from point A (here) to point B (there) will be on my doorstep in barely over 96 hours or so.

and i've gotten pitifully little done in the time that i've had thus far, and i've got so much shit to do that i want to call a timeout and start over.

i'm going to get off my ass now, though, and start working...and then i'm going to coerce my mate to do so as well in as nice a way as i can.


back to work.