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Ah, Saturday, that magical time when I get to write a blog every week. Oh wait, it’s Sunday. Yes friends, I have done it. I have officially missed my personal deadline by a day. Ha! As if this is the first time…

You know though, this makes me wonder about something. Where exactly did the word ‘deadline’ come from? Was there really some sort of line, a due date of some sort that, if you didn’t meet it, you would die? And if this is true then maybe it’s not germ theory that has extended our lifespan; it may be because our employers can’t hunt us down and kill us for missing our deadlines anymore. Now, they can fire us, or, in some companies, terminate, both of which sound particularly scary, but at least now we have all the chances of a free-range bunny.

This makes me wonder though. If we all had deadlines that really meant what they said, would we, perhaps, be a more motivated people? It seems laziness and a lack of commitment have weeded their way into our society, probably because of this shortage of proper motivation. I mean, if you lose your job at Mc D’s some other place will hire you just to spite the competitor, right? Yeah, it’s likely. Like Pepsi and Coke. Watch ‘em fight to hire you.

Maybe I’ve only just noticed this whole thing or maybe I always have, but I mention it now because I have found it sneaking into my own life. How many of you have to write out a list of responsibilities, partition them off into days or hours (depends on what you working with), then force yourself ruggedly to stick to this sadistic schedule? I do. If I don’t, my lunches for work aren’t made, my homework isn’t done, my library books are beyond overdue (even though  they have been rotting on my shelf this whole time), letters aren’t written, blog deadlines are missed, and my whole world throws itself into utter chaos. Yippee. Beyond that, Myspace and e-mail go unchecked, the mess in my room runs rampant, and several poor characters in numerous stories I’ve started (but haven’t finished) sit there wherever they may be waiting for me to pick up the thread. For them, this could mean anything, from waiting for an impending execution to being eternally stuck writing a letter home. Or, in one sad case, laughing forever. It depends.

At any rate, my procrastination has gotten completely out of hand. It ran away and didn’t come back. If those last two sentences didn’t make sense, take some English classes. If they did and you didn’t laugh, well good for you! If they made sense and you did laugh, I must punish you for being such a dork (ow…).

Okay, cross your fingers, here it comes… RANDOMNESS!!!!

The empty cup sitting on the computer desk in front of me just made a strange scampering noise… and I’m starting to wonder what happened to the giant spider that used to be in the lizard cage… I’ll keep ya posted…

At any rate, time for blooper of the week!

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Okay, though I continue to have phone ‘issues’ at work, that’s not gonna be my feature. Neither is my apparent fascination with running into walls, a little hobby of mine recently. I think my magnetic focus is off or something. I keep heading south when I meant north…

But at any rate, unfortunately, I can’t think of a blooper because I don’t have one right now. This is exactly the reason why you people need to start sending me stories. So ha.

Seen something funny recently? Want to see it as my blooper of the week? Then e-mail me at Sarahaldeman@msn.com and see if it makes the cut.

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