Procasturbation.
There was a point, not long ago, when I feared creativity would only waft across my path via the accompaniment of an initially green and vaporous muse.
Can I be funny SOBER? I thought when I first began sitting in on a weekly entertainment podcast on E! Online. That’s a lot of pressure.
It was, at first, but recording at the end of my workday, I had no other choice. And now, even when sitting down at my home computer, it’s nothing but an excuse to procrastinate, to eat, sleep, and/or masturbate. Sexy Tumblrs aren’t helping, either.
More like peer run pornography encompassing all manner of niches. Although, I’m sure there’s at least seven dedicated to actual sexy tumblers. I can’t quite say, however, as it’s the swimmers that garner most of my attention during and in between the Summer Games.
No go. More unfortunately, for my productivity, even with the absence of a regular increase in blood pressure to my eyeballs, sometimes a surge in red cell flow in the opposite direction is enough to take my cursor on a Safari and free one hand to roam.
