Procrastination Junction

Ugh, it's officially the end of the month, and I? Am screwed. Because I haven't done SHIT in the last two days. Do I have any creative excuses for why not? No, I do not.

The end of the month is a busy time for my business because I have to wrap up all my work, finalize my plan for the upcoming month and do lots and lots of business housekeeping. I HAD plenty of time to do this, with relatively quiet Monday and Tuesday, but I didn't do much.

Want to hear me whine? GOOD! Having my own business is hard damn work sometimes. Sure, it has plenty 'o perks. But it also means I have to wear many hats from: receptionist, accountant, marketing director, CEO, planner, and worker bee AT my actual gigs.

I also have a very undisciplined attitude sometimes when it comes to the above listed jobs that I don't like too much. I tend to do them last, rather than continously to make things run smoother. And that my friends adds up to shitloads of stuff to do at the end of the month.

So today I will be little quiet girl (except for music blasting), trying to get my shit done so that I'm not doing it into next month.

Fascinating, yes? Riveting! WILL she get her work done? I know you're all on pins and needles, but that's all I've got this fine ass morning.

Who needs tomato paste? Get your free tomato paste TODAY!

Mrs. Crabtree has left the building. Yesterday was a very nice day. Brunch and strolling with friends (who strolls? I stroll!), sunshine, no sore throat and major allergie ickiness.

How did I top off the day? Did I come home and diligently crank out my neglected work? Oh, no. Instead, I made a huge pot of homemade chili and spent two hours cleaning out my pantry. FUN TIMES.

Cleaning out my pantry was a huge, HUGE task. Because my pantry is really deep, there were all sorts of interesting things hiding back there. I swear it looked like I was stocked for a natural disaster. I had food dated 1995, people. That's not good. And also? I had about 3200 cans of tomato paste. Which cracks me up because everytime I'm about to make my homemade spaghetti sauce, I'd always go out and buy more. It seriously looked like I had some sort of bizarre tomato paste addiction.

I also got a shard of glass stuck in one of my toes from a bottle of salad dressing I dropped earlier this week. Sooo much blood. So gross. But after tweezing it out (and saying many a swear word), I went right back to organizing my pantry. Because I'm serious about knowing where my Tostitos are at all times.

The homemade chili wasn't such a brilliant idea. While it tasted GOOD, it did a number on my stomach and I ended up having weird dreams about space ships crashing onto I-5, and woke up at 4 a.m. with a wicked stomach ache.

Alas, today all is well and I will tackle this busy week. Happy Monday, yo.

Mrs. Crabtree

I woke up yesterday to have my entire Saturday stretched in front of me, with full intentions of catching up on things I had put off for the week. But then I got a full blown case of Spring allergies that knocked me on my ass. Was I grumpy? Oh yes, I was grumpy. Sore throat, foggy head, body aches and itchy eyes will do that to a girl. So needless to say, I didn't get much done.

That didn't stop me from trying to get out to see Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. I would still be stopped, however, because thanks to a very slow waiter at a mediocre Chinese restaurant, the movie was sold out upon arrival.

This morning? I'm feeling better physically, however I'm still grumpy-grump. I was doing okay until someone decided to run a load of laundry right now, when I really need to get in the shower and head out to an English pub downtown for brunch. I'm supposed to be there in an hour. Someone will be rushing.

Will my weekend improve? Will there be murder in California? These are the questions that will be answered tomorrow.

They say they want The New Jan Brady already.