CALL ME SNAKE

I’m an overachiever, even when it comes to wasting time. I was watching the Celtics game earlier tonight (they were getting their asses kicked by Indy), when who should call but my nemesis Jungle Jerk. I said I didn’t mind–and I didn’t–because I was already wasting time with the basketball game. Why not save time by wasting it with him as well? Then I got to thinking, why stop there? I started blogging with the game on and Jungle J. on speakerphone, thus achieving the elusive “threefer”–i.e., wasting time on three things at once, which is a personal best for me but, I now sense, just the beginning.

I don’t know about you but sometimes I need a little motivation to drop all my pressing responsibilities and start blogging. A sign I stick to my computer screen helps get me going: “There’s no time to waste. Start wasting time.”