It seems that every time I sit down to write a paper a million other things just pop up to do. There are a "host of diversions" as my lovely title poem states, and I fall prey to them. This being one, in fact.
I have nothing poignant to say, I have only time to kill as I procrastinate.
And this is all I have to say.
1 comment:
Dear Amused,
I think procrastination is the best excuse to write blog entries. Would you post the poem from which your title is taken? Thanks. :-)
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