Have added three people to friends list. Live in terror that friends list will take over life--thus, no more than three. Please, all you other wonderful people who have friended me, this is not a reflection of worth or otherwise. Reflection of Truepenny having brain the size of planet with about 3/4s of that being taken up with procrastination techniques. Doesn't mean I don't read your LJs ('cause, actually, I do)--just that my mind boggles and shuts down at the thought of having SCORES of people on my friends list. Besides, while I'd probably die happy if I did nothing but read and reply to people's posts all day, this will not get either current novel or dissertation written, and must do both before heat death of universe or hell freezing over, whichever comes first. Thus, selectivity, which causes heinous flashbacks to elementary school and hand-wringing apologies all over the place.
Right. I'm done spazzing over this. Lunch awaits.
Excelsior!
Right. I'm done spazzing over this. Lunch awaits.
Excelsior!