Even though I should be working on my essay, or at least doing some research for my independent project, I am writing a blog post instead. This work thing has got me thinking though. I assume most of you, and anyone else who doesn’t read this, have desks to work from. Funnily enough, so do
I. I just don’t use it. Usually this is because I tend to spread out stuff I have to do on my desk, which means I don’t have any space to actually do my work. Luckily, there is an alternative: my bed. Yeah, I know, it shouldn’t be. The bed isn’t exactly a structure made for work, is it? And yet, somehow, I mange to get work done. God knows how, because I am very likely to stop midway through a paragraph of an essay and think, ‘I’ll just check my emails quickly, you know, for a break.’ Next thing you know, its half an hour later and I am internet shopping.
Anyway, once again, I am spending my Saturday mornings struggling to concentrate on the work I probably should get done so I can see my boyfriend later but all I can think about is ‘oh, I haven’t checked BlogSpot for a few days.’
How the internet spoils me.