Procrastination Station

Procrastination follows almost any activity in my daily life. Nothing seems to propel me to start work, expect for extreme guilt - sometimes, half the time, I get into it and it's easy. Right now, not so much.

I keep thinking about:
1) Failing miserably and everyone thinking I'm a moron (like in a dream, with the faceless chorus).
2) What I can fit in my bag to take away for Xmas.
3) Wondering whether I have to wash my hair tonight, or tomorrow.
4) Snacks and hot beverages.
5) Whether Walter Benjamin really decided to leave the Arcades Project as a collage of thoughts and notes, or whether he just never finished it and it would be like me submitting my blathering notes as my PhD theses. Hmm...
6) If I should be worried about the recurrence of the Hermit in my Tarot readings... As I sit here, alone, writing, it seems less weird and more accurate.

Hmmph, anyhoo, back to the Arcades and the Dandies and the startlingly relevant odd tit-bit. Good old WB.

a cat with it's ears down

So some lovely people from my course have started blogging to help them through the PhD process (tunnel of love or journey to the second circle of hell?). I thought I would give it a try and see if it works for me too; I guess it will be like a diary that someone might actually find...