Bollocks, bollocks, bollocks. I have a large Pride and Prejudice
essay to finish, a house to comb for Drama props, countless other things to prepare for, and that pesky internet is luring me in with its countless gems of wonder.
As is John Barrowman's autobiography, which I bought earlier today.
God. I should have a stronger will than this. Why on earth did Torchwood have to start in the midst of a schoolwork pile-up? I feel like my head's about to explode.
I keep saying to myself that if I manage to meet him in April, I'll chide him for exacerbating my procrastination. But that's shite, really, because I'll just end up stammering and may accidentally hug him without saying anything.
MUST GET BACK TO IT.
(Also, the "z" key on my keyboard isn't working particularly well. I AM DOING A PRIDE AND PREJUDICE
ESSAY. This does not bode well.)
Labels: GAGH, John Barrowman, school, Torchwood