I'll do it tomorrow.

It seems a tad ironic that I can get off my arse to write a blog about the fact that I am incredibly lazy but not about the any of the interesting things I have done recently. I think they call it procrastination. Right now I am sitting, ok that's a lie – lying in my room that has developed a certain odour I can’t quite place my finger on. If I was to hazard a guess I’d say it’s a delicate blend of essence of “spent beer bottles” scattered with “growing pile of unwashed clothes in the corner” and a distinct base note of “manky, mouldy futon I should have hung out on the weekend” then there is the pleasant stench of stale perfume I am literally carrying around with me ever since my bottle of Irresistible by Givenchy spilt all through my handbag.

I still haven’t fully unpacked my suitcase from the holiday I went on a month ago. I can’t find the 3rd DVD from the boxed set of season one of “Friends” in the rubble to give back to my boyfriend. I am hoping to learn fluent Japanese via osmosis from the textbook’s sprawled through my bed, which incidentally really needs it’s sheets washed, I keep finding un-popped kernels of the popcorn I had for dinner three nights ago. I am also performing a strategic balancing act with the pile of random items on my dresser. It’s kind of like those games at the arcade where you throw in 10-cent coins in order to push the other coins off and claim your prize. My last score was a crusty Easter egg well past its expiry date but there is always tomorrow.

I’m not exactly sure why I am listing my achievements in filth, I guess now its written in print I can conduct a full analysis before I eventually act or am forced to deal with a mutant cockroach infestation I am quite possibly sponsoring. In any event, it’s best not to rush into things. It’s getting late I should probably find my bed and get some sleep.