An Easter Island moai, dreaming about a seven-legged spider.
Reason: Pure procrastination. My constant nemesis. I have important things due first thing tomorrow, and nothing short of being shot to death will get me out of that deadline. I’m barely halfway through it.
I just fueled up on enough caffeine to kill a lesser man, and I’m blowing the temporary boost by trying to work my “J” onto a TL tile in Words With Friends.
And by drawing pictures of statues dreaming about spiders.