I've got a big red mug full of chocolate Silk and a reheated slice of Pizza Puttenesca, craftily improvised in my kitchen this afternoon by yours truly.
I'm talking to my friend and looking at the clock. It's 10:14 PM.
I have a big presentation to do.
I should be working. I really should be working.
But alas, I cannot, for I am a procrastinator; it's in my nature. It's probably ingrained in my genes, too.
