It seems like I'm constantly doing chores. I'm tired of them. Doing laundry, washing dishes, cleaning my room, and so on. It grows wearisome. Then comes the urge to procrastinate. Not merely to rest, but to avoid, shirk, or at least delay the inevitable drudgery, if only for a bit. I want to play around on the internet, watch a movie, read the headlines, grab a coffee, go for a walk — anything to put it off. But these chores need doing. There is no escaping it. Perhaps a quick blog entry and then right back to work.