tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11520644538092510262012-02-16T03:24:35.152-08:00InfProcrastinatenoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152064453809251026.post-50930885942186918842008-02-05T11:19:00.000-08:002008-02-05T11:25:57.408-08:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">I decided to jot down all the embarassing memories right from childhood that I carry in my head. They pop out at irritating moments, like when I am trying to jump over the cliff and drop into Sumberland. <br /><br />Or when another, even more embarassing moment takes over in real time. Or, when I am trying to concentrate on learning something that takes some mental effort. Or, when I am procrastinating.<br /><br />Like now, I should be trying to groom the dog. I just can't get the hang of "stripping" his coat. I am taking lessons from the groomer and feel like a complete idiot taking so long to learn a simple task. He told me he learned from the groomer of his own dog, and the first time he stripped the coat right down all over. >sigh< There's still lots left on my dog.<br /><br />Oh, the heck with it. I have to do it. Back later.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152064453809251026-5093088594218691884?l=catharsis2.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>InfProcrastinatenoreply@blogger.com0