A new journal entry - in fact my very first journal entry, SG n00b that I am - and a new sense of purpose. I've worked something out.
It's seven minutes to midnight and I promised someone a piece of work by "the end of the weekend". It's not going to be hard, it's not even the not-fun kind of work, but I was born with a massively overactive procrastination gland and it's amazing the way I can put off even stuff I like and have been looking forward to.
And so, forsooth, a plan. I will motivate myself by leaving the computer as soon as this journal entry goes up and get to work. And for each piece of this assignment that I finish I will let myself come back to the machine for not more than five minutes of beautiful SuicideGirls. There. My incentive and reward.
SuicideGirls. Motivating n00bs since, er, about ten minutes ago when I thought of this plan.
It's seven minutes to midnight and I promised someone a piece of work by "the end of the weekend". It's not going to be hard, it's not even the not-fun kind of work, but I was born with a massively overactive procrastination gland and it's amazing the way I can put off even stuff I like and have been looking forward to.
And so, forsooth, a plan. I will motivate myself by leaving the computer as soon as this journal entry goes up and get to work. And for each piece of this assignment that I finish I will let myself come back to the machine for not more than five minutes of beautiful SuicideGirls. There. My incentive and reward.
SuicideGirls. Motivating n00bs since, er, about ten minutes ago when I thought of this plan.