enough

I'm sitting her and horribly (wonderfully?) procrastinating by watching Love Actually. I know I'm being stupid. But the idea of going up to my room and working seems horrible. Just a few more minutes... the movie is almost done. Then I'll go up and be brilliant for a little bit, thereby feeling accomplished and satisfied before I go to bed. Ot else I'll pull an all0nighter tomorrow night and get it done. Because that's what I do. I get things done.