HDS syndrome

It’s almost 1:00 PM. I’m sitting at Backspace, my unfinished manuscript still in my backpack and untouched, unread, since I put it in there a day or two ago, my third or fourth cup of coffee of the day nearly empty, my laptop open and a bunch of unread Safari tabs open with different time-wasting sites.

I have HDS syndrome: Haven’t Done Shit.

Last productive thing I did was around 12 hours ago, when I renewed the registration on three of my domains for another year. I was up late because I’d been out drinking with Tracy and a friend of hers. Such fun. I’m still mentally on vacation. Or maybe I’m always mentally on vacation.

Yeah. HDS. I should work on that.