I've been procrastinating since the mid-nineties.

Every morning I check account balances, using the Internets to do something useful. But after that, probably twenty minutes of mindless clicking around news sites, wondering what the hell is going on. Anything interesting happen overnight? How's that bailoutrage going? Has Great Depression II started in earnest? Who's screwing us now? What's the hot celebrity gossip? Which starlet got drunk and showed her VAG last night? Any famous people do anything stupid lately?

And I realize (at least today I realize) I bought a computer (a long long time ago) for the first time for the word processor. Oh, what a simpler time that was. I wouldn't have to use a typewriter. That's what led me to spend an extraordinary amount of money on a Packard Bell PC many many years ago.

But I don't write with it. I click around like a zombie on stupid shit for most of the day instead of writing awesomeness.