I've recently realized that I spend the majority of my life doing one of two things, either rooting around in my purse looking for something or other, or procrastinating--usually about writing. For example, that last long post about my writing class was actually meant to be a post about how I'm fairly certain my writing teacher hit on me, but I never got to that part because I was trying to "set the scene," if you will. I just can't ever get around to the things I mean to do.

Right now, I'm working on my teen novel and decided that I couldn't really get in the mood unless I listened to all of the dumb albums I was listening to when I was 17, so I spent the better part of the last hour looking for my ex-boyfriend's record "Hell Bent for Rehab" and Let Them Eat Jellybeans, an album that would be described as seminal by some, and semenal by others. Other things I've decided I need to listen to before I can even begin considering writing another word: Pixies - Doolittle, Surfer Rosa and Bossanova, Fang - Landshark and Where the Wild Things Are, Skinny Puppy - Rabies, Bad Religion - Suffer, Jane's Addiction, GG Allin - Hated, TSOL - Code Blue, and sad to say it, Rancid - Let's Go. What am I forgetting, guys?