So wednesday came and went. The story still remains ....languishing. I have barely touched it, its just sitting like horrid boiled bland peas at the corner of my plate. I always hated peas. My mother liked them because they were pretty, green and neat. Strange woman that one. Anyways back to the story....ha... Where did I ever get it in my head that I should write. Me the overly critical chronic procrastinator; nothing would ever get finished. It would all either be too stupid or left for later. Which is pretty much how things are going. Ugh!... I need a new career plan.

Chronic Procrastinator.

If you didnt know what the words meant you might think I was some kind of doctor...or really bendy porn star. um well maybe I need to contemplate a change of intended career. Im not all that flexible so really bendy porn star is out. And my grandma still thinks that after law school Im going to medical school to become a doctor, so thats an option. um...I don't really have many marketable skills to speak off. I can carry five glasses in one hand and I know what goes into a rum and coke but, thats basically it. Oh there was this one job I had where I made sandwiches..but mine always looked kinda messy. Um...So what to do. what to do when I grow up?