Mirror In The Bathroom
I promised myself that I'd spend this weekend working on my dissertation. I have to force myself; make deals with myself. Cajole myself. Bribe myself.
You'd think that cold, hard pragmatism would be sufficient. You'd be wrong. Even though there are carrots and sticks hanging over my head — the carrot: if I get my damned PhD done, I'll be hireable in Canada, and maybe, just maybe, if I'm very lucky, I can move back to Toronto (though I'd happily take Winnipeg or even Saskatoon at this point); the stick: if I don't show proof of the completion of my PhD before school starts next September, my contract at USJ will be terminated — still I procrastinate. I am the queen of procrastination. Oh, and, my visa expires in August.
So this morning I got up, made some coffee, and set right to work:
I cleaned the microwave.
Then I had a second cup, and cleaned the mirror in the bathroom. Yes, really. And yes, I always hear the English Beat in my head while I'm doing it.
I'm on my third cup now. With one eye, I'm considering what might be in critical need of vacuuming; with the other, I'm playing Scrabble on Facebook with Rochester. And, of course, blogging.
Hey, at least it's writing!