This lazy thing i do.

I am losing all ability to be useful to society. I watch Rainbow carefully licking her butt and I think, wow, she's doing something with her life, look at her go! I mean, sure, it's not too pleasant, but someone's got to do the butt-licking and she's stepping up to the plate and doing it. I, Claire Matthews, am doing less than my incontinent butt-licking cat. Whoopeedo.

Well, to be fair, I am doing something. I'm working! That's useful right? I'm also taking dance lessons and attending rehearsals. And sometimes I even make my bed to raptuous applause from my mother and exclaimations of "It's a miracle! Thank the Gods!" from my father. But today is not one of those days. Today I am supposed to be helping my dad do some copywriting for some project. Since I have started my now very impressive three-sentence-long draft, I have stopped to read blogs, I have stopped to paint my nails, I have stopped to remove the nail polish (I just like to paint, but then the colour flashing from my fingers becomes annoying fast), I have stopped to go to the bathroom twice, I have stopped to write this. If I hadn't finished re-reading HP and Time Traveller's I would have stopped more often. This time next week, the draft could very well still be three-sentence-long and rotting. Rot. Rot. Rot.