Procrastination at Its Finest

Here I am, on a fanfiction site with possibly millions of stories, ready for my viewing and judgment. I have about eleven stories in my Read Later stash.

And am doing that?

Nope. Sure, I could be clearing out those stories, either moving them to my Faves or removing them from my sight all together. Sure, I could be writing, adding chapters and stories to my shrimpy collection.

But instead, I'm watching the Rooster Teeth podcast crew play Contagion while I browse Google Images and Deviantart for adorable pictures of Espeon and other evolutions of Eevee.

And now I'm writing a completely pointless blog (that I will tag with a random story that has nothing to do with this blog), for seventy-one followers.