Procrastination as an Art Form

I'm suppose to be packing.  I hate packing.  Mostly because I don't really want or need all the stuff in the house.  Seriously, does anyone really need 75 pairs of socks?  And all the mateless socks, what to do with them.

Since I don't want to pack or admit to spending excessive amounts of time on the Internet, here is what I've accomplished tonight.

Destroyed a colony of empty shampoo, conditioner, and body wash bottles.  The dull razors tried to defend them, but were no match for a contractor bag.  Then I peed.

Enjoyed a delightful garden omelet at the Huddle House.  

Read a book.  Yes, I read an entire book, My Horizontal Life by Chelsea Handler.  I think that she may be my long lost sister.  Then I peed.

Mated up six pairs of socks.  Threw three sheets, two t shirts, and eight pairs of flip flops into a plastic storage bin.  Then I peed.

Went for coffee and waffles with Carrie.  Followed by a trip to Wal Mart.  Then I peed.

Spent some quality time on Facebook, bannination, and the Forum.  Cleaned out the freezer.  Then I peed.

In an attempt to prevent any actual productivity today, I am here blogging.  An activity that I have neglected for about a month.  And I checked up on my twitter account.  

Later in the day, I am going to spend a few minutes (hopefully only a few) at the DMV registering a car and getting a replacement title.  And I will spend a few minutes posting on bannination and Facebook some more.  And then I'm scheduled to donate blood.  

At several points, I will pee.

See anything to get out of packing.  Damned firemen, why did they have to be so prompt.