Of all the amazing technological advancements (including heart transplants and USB cables) that modern life gifts humanity, none are more welcome than the mosaic of procrastination methods now available to us. In that vein so intent am I on avoiding even starting work, I've just been going through the trash folder in my Google Docs. I've made some interesting discoveries. They are as follows.
In a document dated 11/06/06:
And most disturbingly this apparently very personal note from The Bandit himself:
Exactly what this all means is uncertain. One explanation is that judging by the dates these were made, I was at the time the breakfast producer at bFM. A job which required me to be at work by 6am.