More and more people seem to have started entering the Christmas-y mood around me. Which is really great… only it tends to put certain things so much into perspective.
You see, a chronic procrastinator like me prefers to know that stuff is far far ahead in the future, rather than be constantly occasionally reminded that there’s something I have to do.
Despite all that, I felt a sudden air of nostalgia when one of my coworkers airily mentioned
We should get a radio and listen to Christmas carols.
Obviously, having the constant need to act mature1, I managed to sport one heck of a grimace upon hearing this, which of course prompted the question:
Don’t you like Christmas?
I love it folks! And I get so bloody nostalgic and jittery around that time of the year, but STOP TAUNTING ME! Unless, by some miracle, Christmas has been moved to the next week2, stop acting all so excited. It’s positively perverse… and mean! 
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1 quit your coughing, kthanks
2 don’t you dare; I still have a Secret Santa gift to send. 
… or maybe next century. *_*
Because stuff happens to be much harder to do when you don’t have Photoshop’s inbuilt custom shapes and transformation options I get to procrastinate more… AND confuse myself even more. So far, I’ve managed to start watching 10 new anime series, out of which I only managed to drop one.1…
So till I manage to get more proficient with Pain.NET, here’s a question for you.
What do I - as a webmistress - remind you of?
Yeah, that’s the problem, my layouts are not “representative” enough… yeah.
Oh right, if you have any suggestions on how to motivate myself more efficiently, feel free to share. 
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1 only because it took the main character an entire idocy-filled episode to notice he was dead 
Most people would probably deplore this type of living, but I’d rather be ignorant than stressed out about stupid details. The minute I turn to think about what-ifs, they miraculously DO happen. Add to that, the fact that I am unable to think of desirable hypothetical situations. End result: gaaaaaaaaaaaah!
One of the first things I appreciated at my (at the time) new work place, was the toilet. I’m not entirely sure why, but every time I visited a toilet in a public institution it was always disgusting. Broken mirror(s), disgusting smell of iodine, filth… not necessarily all at once, but each and every one of these was enough to make my … ugh.. experience rather unpleasant.
At my work place, the toilets are not large, actually I think they’re barely larger than the one I have at home. Nevertheless they’re always squeaky clean, smell of spring flagrant bathroom cleaner, rather than iodine, and the mirrors are all intact. 
Most unfortunately, my bliss was broken by mom when she ventured to ask about my work place. Somehow, we started discussing the toilets, and how small they are. Bewildered, my mother asked:
And what if there’s two of you? What do you say to each other? Isn’t that awkward?
Ever since then, I’ve never again managed to enter the toilet without coming face to face with a coworker. And for all that I tried to gain back my previous ignorance, it was as if people wore this giant sign, saying:
I’ve just been to the toilet!
Caffeine deprivation starts to look more and more tempting, considering how unaware of my surroundings this makes me. Then again, considering I don’t actually drink coffee, this is more of a figure of speech. It does sound classier than make-believe-drunk-wannabe-act… probably.
Is there anything you’d prefer never to have known about?