Procrastinating

I came in to work this afternoon to read, but that's not really happening. Unfortunately my procrastination skills are starting to fail me.

The first Locust St. Commune party of the year was quite the success. The previously mentioned Offending Roommate hid in his room all night, but his brother was the life of the party. We are in the process of negotiating a trade. An Anonomous Professor is quite proud of the progress of my flip cups skills. AP suggests starting a seminar on the subject next semester as his teaching skills are clearly responsible for the improvement. Incriminating photographs may be available at some later date.

After it took three of us four hours to clean the hell out of the kitchen, we gave up on the rest of the house. We were able to multitask by making disparaging remarks about the three absent roommates the whole time. Only one of the absentee roommates has been able to redeem himself as he is presently at home vacuuming dog hair from the floors and furnature. The other two will have dinner on the table when I get home from Jelly Time if they know what's good for them (but I'm not holding my breath).

And now that I have exhausted my last opportunity for procrastination by writing the most boring blog post ever, I guess I'll get to work.