(Swiped off the aus.culture.gothic newsgroup for time-wasting purposes.)

Wearing: Chocolate brown drapery.
Appreciating: Being back in my own space.
Observing: The no-smoking sign.
Hearing: Nothing but my fingers on the keys.
Remembering: All the things I should be doing.
Calculating: How long it will be before Jen comes back.
Eating: Nothing, and my stomach is grumbling about it.
Reading: Perfume, an oddity of a novel.
Inhabiting: My own personal world of hurt.
Learning: That maybe I am going to have to grow up.
Enduring: The fuckwits that people the world.
Drinking: Not yet.
Believing: In faeries.
Avenging: That's far too active a verb for my state.
Deciding: To finish chapter one by the end of next week.
Beginning: Chapter one.
Abhoring: The whole concept of a thesis.
Concluding: The phase in my life when I have any free time except what I steal from myself.
Distrusting: The calendar.
Loving: The possibilities beyond the void.
Attending: To my skincare regime.
Noticing: That some things aren't as hard as they look.
Discussing: Living arrangements and the souls of buildings.
Imagining: Living in modern Victorian splendour.
Enjoying: The moment.
Feeling: Like it's all slipping away from me.
Dreading: It doing just that.
Lending: Other peoples' books.
Entering: Into negotiations with God for an extension.
Admiring: Architecture.
Destroying: My gastro-intestinal tract.
Leaving: Behind a mess.
Denying: That any of it was my fault.
Approaching: Warp velocity.
Buying: New sunglasses, because I left the old ones on the bus.
Singing: Inside my head with Paul Dempsey.
Admitting: That I've fucked up here.
Protecting: Myself from myself.
Avoiding: Actually doing any work.
Changing: My mind. Numerous times.
Awaiting: The laundry being free, so I can wash my socks.
Modifying: The wording of every sentence at least three times.
Regretting: Letting the time/words slip away.
Chasing: The perfect moment.
Shedding: Ghouls.
Borrowing: Books, music, ideas, patience.
Craving: Coffee!
Watching: My fingers turning slowly blue.
Expecting: Myself to come up with some clever answer; I usually do.
Despising: Myself for continually doing this. Will I never learn?