This evening in procrastination

Tonight I stayed late at work in the hope of getting some writing done. Instead, and among other things, I:

• Anxiously talked to a coworker with a wicked, hacking cough while thoughts of germs and of the imminent arrival of my own symptoms impaired my ability to listen.

• Considered homoeroticism between Ygor and the Monster in Son of Frankenstein (1939) and how it develops and deepens in The Ghost of Frankenstein (1942).
  

• Took the Munsell Hue Test (courtesy of Shandon) repeatedly, getting worse each time and wondering if I could be suffering hysterical colorblindness.
  

• Fantasized about the crossword puzzle I would work later this evening. (I mean really work.)
  

• Leafed through one of the Office Manager's books, Working with a Transsexual: A Guide for Coworkers. Realizing I share the name of one of the book's subjects, I hope Norman's "transition" went well.

• Engaged in lofty talk of personal entropy and then looked up the word "entropy."
  

• And finally, with the other Norman's courage as my inspiration, vowed to do better tomorrow.