Testament to My Procrastinating Nature

I woke up this morning at 9.00am. Thought I'd get up to do work, but no. Instead, I chose to Dream a little more, in my warm comfy bed, under my fluffy blue duvet.

It's now 12.43pm.

But what dreams man... What an assorted array of weird, fantastical and somewhat disturbing imaginations. A collage of over-reactive thinking. Or maybe, an indication to a lack of logical thought. Better still, a sublime explosion of long-repressed Creative energies.

Or it could be that I need a better pillow to support my head, place my body in a proper position and relax before I go to la-la land. Or so I read somewhere.

I can't remember much of the dreams now, as you normally do (or don't). But two things I do vaguely recollect - Erica (not very nice) and that Smile (Mmmm...)

Got to get cracking with work today. Or I'm quite fucked. I must.

p.s. I wonder if there's a Procrastinators Anonymous. If there's a Jaffaholics Anonymous, there should be a P.A. right?