At the exact moment I wrote this, I was procrastinating, because I really don’t want to outline my essays, even though M is kicking my ass in the “getting things done” department. Like that’s a surprise.

And for the record, at the moment you’re reading this, you’re procrastinating, too. Because you know there is something better you could be doing, that doesn’t involve reading what I wrote at all.

Now that we have that out of the way, lets talk about what’s really on my mind: nothing.

And that’s really the problem. I’m half way through the semester, and I don’t want to even think about the essays that I have coming due. Also, I’m in the midst of trying to transfer schools for next fall, and need to start looking at financial aid, scholarships, and loans. And to top it off, I’m planning on writing a novel next month for NaNoWriMo, which I want outlined first so that I don’t crap out halfway through because I don’t know what’s going on.

So, it’s killing me that there is nothing on my mind. I’ve got no witty post lined up on the computer or in my head. I’ve got no inkling of how the rest of this week is going to go, writing-wise. All I know is that I need some index cards, a box of tacks, and probably another case of Pepsi to get myself started.

And in case you were wondering, yes. This is back to normal.