It took me two hours to make lunch today. About half of that time was spent trying to open a jar of spaghetti sauce, failing, and then going to the supermarket to buy a jar opener and some more spaghetti sauce in case that failed too. In that context, spending the following two hours procrastinating didn't seem like that big of a deal since I was already irrevocably off schedule. I was working on a diagram for my class project when I decided to take a break. It turned out to be quite a long break, and now I have a diagram of my apartment. I've always wanted to make a floor plan, really, I have. I'm sure it'll be useful if I forget where the closet is one day.