Human mind works in amazing ways. I found mine to be slightly malfunctioning, especially when it comes to being productive. When everything is on time and there is no need to pull out hair to do something, it's a signal to my brain to procrastinate. Waste time until the deadline is looming over my shoulder and there is simply not enough time to finish the work decently. Yet, even now as I am writing it, I understand that it's something to just be accepted. I can't live at a normal pace, I need deadlines and they'd better be crazy.
So, sitting in my bed with a computer on my lap and a cup of tea dangerously close to the keyboard, I am typing up my first blogger post instead of either resting (I am not at work since I'm sick with a brand new flu virus), doing sequence alignment or reading a stack of papers on myristoylation tags (yep, since I am not sleeping, should probably work a bit) or writing that NaNoWriMo novel that I swore to finish this time.
I guess, I am doomed, but somehow the only thing that bothers me at the moment is that my tea is gone and I will have to go downstairs to refill my cup.
The world can wait, I am used to doing everything in the last minute. So all these papers that glare at me from the sidetable, all the unread and unanswered emails, my open Sequencher project and even the StoryMill file that's beckoning tantalizingly at me, they all will have to wait. I am determined that choosing my blog background is the highest priority.
