I should be writing my paper due 11:30PM CST tonight and getting to my newspaper article, plus10damage articles, stats homework and thesis stuff for next week. I will. But while I procrastinate, here's a list of what I'd like to do instead
1. Write an incredibly successful softcore porn novel that I don't put all that much work into really.
2. Profit.
3. Retire.
By the way, I went to the gym today for the first time in ages. I threw up several times after getting to the middle of my arm row sets. May have been medication I went back on this morning or bad chicken from last night. Maybe both. But regardless, I decided to stop working out, go get some fried food from Fish Place and some jelly beans and gummy bears from Dollar General.
And that kids, is how you give zero fucks.
really, you threw up there? in the gym? that sucks, man. 
I made it to the bathroom sink. Someone was asking if I was ok. Was too busy throwing up what looked like water mostly to respond. May be due to a few things. I think it may be linked with going back on pyroxetene (Paxil) this morning to pre-empt the anxiety I'll probably have once it starts getting dark earlier and my thesis work becomes due.
ah that sucks man. I've been on Paxil. that shit can be rough when you first start it.
I didn't want to go off it, but I dropped a decent number of pills in the toilet on accident and haven't had time until yesterday morning to get a refill.
after the gym event I'd rather just retire and be done with it. On all accounts!
Nah, I felt fine afterwards and I was hungry after vomiting all that water. Replaced it with sweet tea.
Well, first write some dirty Twilight fanfic, then repurpose it to avoid copyright, then publish in a small market, get popular by word of mouth, then pick and choose from the big publishers to get that monster advance. Money in the bank.
I thought I'd do some filthy Star Wars fanfic. Here's the plan: Leia gets in a threesome with R2D2 and C3P0 - "oh my"; Han and Luke spend a night in the smuggler's crawlspace - "fine women are no match for a good blaster at your side"; and Chewie stays on Endor because the Ewoks want him to infuse their tribe with 'big' genes by being some kind of sex god. Change the names, publish in New Zealand, literary gold. I can't wait.
I'm A-OK with that concept, but it needs to have more George Takei dressed as Luke and saying "Oh My" when he climaxes.
Yea, you know I thought about it later, I've got George Takei mixed up with C3P0. They're not that much different really, but C3P0 says "oh dear".
I like the idea of mixing Trek with Star Wars though - really kink it up.
I'm like you on procrastination. I need to do a presentation for the 23rd of August and not a single word has been written.
... You mean September? Little late for an August 23rd presentation now. lol
Oops, yeah I meant September.
Blame the chicken! Blame the chicken!
As much as I love those Dollar Stores, the bag of sunflower seeds that made my face blow up was from one, and now I don't trust their candy/snacks aisles. I do miss that section of the store.
You should write that book, so I can be the guy that says "Yeah I knew him on Pixlbit before he became big". I can be a hipster!
I'll dedicate the Foreword to A Hipster Who Loves In N' Out.