I hate Mr. Bell and his invention.

[ridicully]

I'm stalling.
I need to make a phone call, I absolutely don't want to make.
I'm walking up and down the stairs, I've started on the laundry, I'm contemplating to sort the software shelf, I browse my pictures folders, I found some scans of my one-handwritten-page-at-most-and-not-to-many-details 'report' from last semester and now I'm posting them in my LJ to show that my normal handwriting is really illegible:

If necessary, I can produce something like this:

(But I'd really rather not)

It's absolutely obvious that I'm stalling.
I wish it weren't so obvious, I wouldn't have to make myself stop if it weren't.

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[ridicully]

The worst thing is, that it *isn't* something unpleasant. I just have to ask something. Gasp! Horror! Asking!
I hate the way my brain works sometimes *g*

(Oh and P.S.: If your friend was looking for something more than a 'sounds logical' on the book/virus idea, I can kick my lazy self to make more elaborate comments. But there's nothing obviously jarring, and I assumed that to be the most important thing.)

[here-be-dragons.livejournal.com]

Oh, I HATE asking things, too. Right now, I'm on a fundraising committee for my chorus, and I'm supposed to be calling the local planetarium to ask if they'll give us a small donation (a couple of day passes) to use in our raffle. I'm almost positive the answer will be "yes," but I just can't bring myself to pick up the phone. I hate hate hate this sort of thing, and am rather miffed with myself for even offering to do it in the first place. ::headdesks::

And thanks for the offer about the virus idea - I have mentioned it to Angel, so we'll see if she thinks she needs anything additional.

:)

[here-be-dragons.livejournal.com]

One more thing . . . I just had a message from Angel saying that, yes, she would be most grateful for any additional thoughts you had about the virus thingy. :)