Why is it that when I come home from school a bit earlier than dark, with the express purpose of gathering together all the crap I need to do and work on it in the comfort of my own living room, I go straight to my laptop and open it up and ---whooosh!--- I allow myself to be sucked into reading and commenting on blogs for eons?
I mean, I know I am supposed to be doing items 2 through 47 on my to-do list. All of which are due tomorrow. Why do I go straight to my after-dinner mint, my relaxation and unwinding pastime, when clearly I am not done with my actual work?
Ok, now I'm off to read whatever I am supposed to be teaching tomorrow and then figure out what the hell to say about it. Because, like the brilliant planner I am, I spent the bus ride home today reading the book for my Friday class.