Plato’s a very impatient man

You know, despite all of my complaints that my reader community has just blown way out of proportion, whenever a new reader emerges, I find a new sense of writing. Maybe it’s because I usually go through parts of the diary with whomever has just joined. I always like to sit online as they read through certain entries, and, much like I did with Aaron, ask them which entry they’re reading. I think it’s partial narcicism, but I get a kick not only out of other people reading through my past life, but from reading my past words myself. It never fails to amuse me, and sometimes it facilitates great memories. At any rate, this all somehow puts me on a huge writing kick, because I suddenly remember how great keeping this diary is, of course, and then I pump out approximately three entries a day. Don’t tell me you don’t know what I mean, because all ODers have this experience. At least I think they do.

I’m on a writing up-swing.

Thus I’m getting nothing done, including my 400 word Plato essay. I have 235… isn’t that enough? I’ve got nothin.

Latest away messages:

“I have a date with Plato!”

“skippy: you and plato have been seeing quite a bit of each other, I think you should see other guys

{small convo here}

me: alright, back to plato – he’s an impatient man”

Wonderful, aren’t they? Then Chris told me to stop making out with Plato… hmm… maybe he’s right… this is going too far. 😉

But really… procrastination much?