I hate Mr. Bell and his invention.
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:
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.
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:

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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I hate making phone calls, too. Even ones I think will be pleasant I usually avoid if at all possible. And something unpleasant? ::shudders::
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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.)
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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.
:)
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