I'm supposed to be finishing a piece of writing this morning (I'm on a deadline). So far I have:
...made 2 cups of coffee, a cup of tea, 2 rounds of raisin toast
...had a long conversation with my mum about house prices
...posted on almost every thread in the 'Chat' section of MN, including one about Cod (have broken a self imposed rule that I will never join pointless threads about Cod, unless its of the breaded-and-served-with-a-wedge-of-lemon variety)
...updated my Facebook, adding pointless applications I will never use
...looked for last minute holidays in sunnier climes in August
...browsed for new lingerie online...
...'tracked my fertility' using an online ovulation predictor
...written about 200 words.
Fuck.