ME

I AM THE WORST CONCENTRATER EVER.

SERIOUSLY.

THE WORST.

i woke up at 7:30 this morning because i have to write 1800 words by 5 PM. it is now 10:42 AM, and so far, i have:
* given myself a haircut
* watched the same episode of big brother that i watched last night
* carefully applied my makeup
* watched frasier (which i don't even like)
* ate some carrot sticks ('batons')
* taken some pictures of my new haircut
* gotten dressed
* changed my outfit
* put all my stuff in the bag i bought to replace the one that's about to rip through at the seams [bringing the grand total of bags i have destroyed by overloading them to 3]
* walked to the bus stop
* gotten on the bus
* gotten off the bus
* ordered a large latte for takeaway
* received a latte in an enormous mug
* suspected that the management would frown upon me removing said mug from the establishment (and subsequently witheld a tip from the "barrista" who served me)
.. and here i am, back at the corner table with my computer and my headphones (morrissey's keeping me company) and my ashtray ... checked my email and myspace messages, perused the guardian's website to see if anything important had happened, glanced at the weather forecast, wrote a cursory outline for the paper, and now my battery's nearly dead and my coffee's nearly gone and i only have one cigarette left, i'm broke and starving, and i'm trying to figure out where to go from here..

alright.. six hours and 9 minutes.. 1800 words.. it can be done. maybe i'll go the library. i have to pee first, though.