Here I was, trying to stall.

Procrastinate. Avoid. Evade. Avert. You get the idea.

So I start listening to a talk on stalling.

Perfect.

Listening about stalling so I can keep stalling. Super. Just what I need.

I don’t really know why I sometimes find myself doing this … this whole putting things off thing.

I mean, yeah, some things, I know why. Because I think they’re stupid but yet they must be done. Like paying bills.

Very stupid. But must happen. Or at least happen till I have unlimited wealth and can pay someone to pay $hit for me so I never have to look at a bill again.

Now that’s a hell of an idea.

But procrasting on writing when I have to get up at 6:30 and it’s already 11:45? Don’t really get it.

Maybe it’s because I have this silly thought in my head that I work really well and quickly under pressure.

So then I won’t be giving myself too much time to ponder and question what I’m writing and if it’s nonsensical and if it’s coming out the way I want it to and if anyone in their right, sane mind is going to want to read it. Don’t answer that.

And now I start thinking, how the hell is it already almost midnight? Wasn’t it just 7? What the hell happened to the last oh, five hours?

And what happened to me trying to go to bed earlier?

I think I just need to accept the fact that my internal clock is set at a later hour than most. Although it could just be that fabulous, life altering ideas come to me the later it gets.

I also happen to become hungry during these later hours. Right now I’m thinking of an English Muffin with peanut butter and some jelly.

I love peanut butter. Love love it. I quite possibly could live off the stuff.

It’s my “if you had to eat one thing for the rest of your life what would it be?” answer.

BUT. You knew it was coming, right?

It has to be Krema peanut butter.

I’m sure some of you are all grossed out. By all that natural goodness.

That’s right, no hydrogenated oils here. No sodium. No sugar. None of that crap they put in Skippy, Jif, and all those other ones.

We’re talking peanuts as the only ingredient in Krema. Imagine that, peanuts in peanut butter. Read labels, and you’ll be surprised.

How did I go from stalling to peanut butter? I’m so random tonight.

Am I weird that I’m absolutely dying to visit Columbus, Ohio just so I can go and visit Krema? And buy one of their tshirts.

“The Finest Nuts” one.

That’s the other thing, their inappropriateness only makes me like them more.

I’m thinking their apparel might make some nice Christmas gifts this year.

How about the: Can you handle my spicy hot nuts?

Now.

The real dilemma is: should I get that in a hat or a shirt?