I’ve been trying to procrastinate blogging so I can have a chilled weekend, but it actually feels worse. Yesterday I posted late because instead of scheduling it for 2:00 am I scheduled for 2:00pm. Then yesterday I was having a really good day and was seriously procrastinating. That meant I didn’t write a post for 2:00 am this morning – but I am still getting a post up. I don’t like being lazy. It gives me a feeling at the top of my head that I will never grow to love. I’m so much better at being productive. The stereotype of relaxation is doing nothing much, but that’s just a stereotype. I like to relax by drawing or writing or doing something creatively enhancing – not sitting watching television or scrolling mindlessly through my Instagram feed.
I have lots of posts I would like to write, and then I have lots posts I can’t write very well (they’re the same thing). Not well enough for an audience that will enjoy it. At the moment I have no idea if I will write Monday’s post today and Tuesday’s. I will write them on the day, not before. Because maybe I won’t be here on Wednesday and you still think I am.
This is not a blog post.