Actually, a better metaphor is a very large, very sticky bandaid being ripped veeery veeery slowly off the inside of your upper arm, you know, where the skin is all delicate.
I refer to the way I'm doing traffic school. A few weeks ago I got a ticket. It was a righteous ticket, and the officer was lovely, you can relax I was not oppressed. I decided to do traffic school. Online. From the comfort of my own home.
One giant drawback: you can log out and sign back in later. Ok, maybe not a drawback, it does make it easier to do this in pieces if you have a busy napping schedule. However, I have been doing it in pieces because I have been procrastinating (such as right now, for example). I started last weekend, and the thing isn't due until May 9.
So, the albatross around my neck, the ball and chain, the flesh-eating bacteria that is traffic school will most likely not be finished this weekend, either.
I haven't been this procrastinaty creative in months.







