Procrastination

That was the title of a Spongebob Squarepants episode I watched today. In it, Spongebob is trying to write an essay but keeps finding something else to do.

It’s pretty damn scary when you start seeing parallels between yourself and an obnoxious yellow ocean dweller.

And it’s even scarier when you can’t bring yourself to do something about it.

Sure, I did some good things, like play with the kids a bit and read Athena Voltaire with the Midget, but I also lost a half hour reading Men’s Health on the can. I watched a ridiculous reality show about people who buy a house, remodel it, and then watch video of the previous owners taking a tour and bitching about what the new owners did with the place. I made tuna salad for no other reason than to do it. I watched the second half of Bad Boys II on USA.

Martin Lawrence and Will Smith invade Cuba, and I still couldn’t bring myself to turn the idiot box off.

Damn it, I couldn’t even finish this blog post without screwing around. I finished the previous paragraph and the Squirt asked for a glass of milk. I went down and took care of that, then got sucked into the last ten minutes of the episode of Flip That House the wife was watching.

I need to cuff myself to the desk, or poor super glue in my chair. I need to stay still and write. I need to get the next episode of Cataclysm ready to post tomorrow. I need to get the next episode of Bastard Precinct up.  I have two comics to work on.

And here I am thinking about putting up more of my books and cleaning up my office instead.

Gah.