I do believe it's called procrastination.

[jencat]

Ack.  I haven't finished a review in I can't remember how long, and this weekend was supposed to be all about finishing reviews.

So far, I've read most of a Saturday Guardian, watched The Holiday for the billionth time, cleared a chunk off the sky plus box, changed the bed, washed net curtains, cooked a (badly experimental) roast dinner for six, accidentally knitted something that kinda looks like a dna strand after I ran out of wool, cleaned the bathroom, spent several hours amusing the demon kitten, and now I appear to be sucked into the procrastination machine that is LJ.

I've written about four words of the reviews.

God help me if I ever get to do this for a living...