I have to write five 2,500 word guides on dating for women for a client that runs a sleazy pick-up artist business. They are due on the 14th, and I haven't even started the damn things. I was going to try and knock out a couple of outlines for them today, before heading off to an Anti-Superbowl party. But instead I am here, writing up a starter for a double character game, and posting in the socializing section.
I am not a smart woman.