Final Countdown.

Tomorrow's the day. At 10:45 I'll be sitting for my GMAT in some sterile testing room in south Denver. I've studied. I've completed three practice tests. I've even turned to meditation to calm myself. I'm asking the Universe for the wisdom and serenity to perform well. Please oh please mighty Universe, go easy on the math section.

If any of you have any mojo to spare, send it my way tomorrow at 10:45 am mountain time.

Paul can kiss my ass.

Q. Paul jogs at a constant rate for 80 minutes along the same route every day. How long is the route?
1. Yesterday, Paul began jogging at 5pm.
2. Yesterday, Paul had jogged 5 miles by 5:40 pm, and 8 miles by 6:04 pm.

A. statement 1 alone is sufficient but statement 2 alone is not sufficient.
B. statement 2 alone is sufficient but statement 1 alone is not sufficient.
C. both statements together are sufficient but neither statement alone is sufficient.
D. each statement alone is sufficient.
E. statements 1 and 2 together are not sufficient.
or
F. Paul can kiss my ass. As can anyone who runs a 8 minute mile for 80 minutes, or 10 miles, at a constant rate without coughing up a lung or vomiting on mile 6.

Must go swim now, cus, you know, I have a triathlon in 2 1/2 months. Damn you Paul.

So, this is what procrastination smells like?

I'm sucessfully procrastinating three different things at one time. This is a personal best. Note: back in the day, I used to clean my house/apartment/room whilst procrastinating. Thank dog I no longer do that! No, I've moved on to better distractions. Like studying why AB=CD and if x-2a+y(c*d)/pi=w-7z has enough data to solve the problem if y is a banana and a prime number. Note(2) [the 2 would be one of those pretty little exponenthingys if I was smart enough to know how to do that in computer land]: the GMAT is not something that a 32-something year old graduate of Moe's Bartending School of 22nd Ave should attempt to do without medication and/or hooch. Nonetheless, I soldier on. Uphill. Through the snow. Both ways. Barefoot.

What I'm mainly avoiding is a project for a soon to be former client. They don't know that they are soon to be former clients, so don't tell them. M-kay? One would think that I would just hurry up and get it over with so I can move on. One would be wrong. Instead I stare at their project folder with distain and go have a bowl of Special K.

The other thing I'm avoiding [see how I'm structuring my analysis of the issue? the Princeton Review people would be proud], because I hate, hate, hate, hate anything I create for my own company (except my pretty new brochures and cootie catcher swag), is sending my new business cards to print. Why? Dunno. I've designed them 169 different ways (the square root of 169 is 13, btw, just so you don't lose sleep over that) yet nothing pleases me. Nothing. Nada.

The final thing I'm avoiding is getting a part-time job. Or, yob, if you are Swedish, because they can't pronounce their 'j's. I kind of have a part-time yob, but I don't like it that much anymore and never go so I end up not earning any moolah. So I need another part-time yob, preferably one that allows me to drink Diet Coke and wear my pjs all day. 'Cus I'm really good at that.

In conclusion, I am avoiding all three things (and maybe x more if x is an even integer and on sale at Ann Taylor) with great success and, I must say, aplomb. Holy crap, I spelled that right. Damn.