Being At Home

I'm back in San Francisco. Staying with my parents. All I really have to do is unpack. I haven't started summer work yet.

It's funny how I write, think, read, blog surf, etc. so much more when I have a million other things to do. When I'm so busy I can barely breathe, I manage to write, but when I'm just sitting around, nothing comes.

Amazing, the galvanizing powers of procrastination. When there's something I have to be doing, I manage to get all sorts of other things done.

Must get busy again, otherwise how shall I function?