Memoirs of a Master Control Operator

Already at December, excuses are flowing like the 405 at 3am. Projects I haven't finished that need completing - a friend commented: ghosts of hobbies past. which I have nick named the other space in my apartment where the shells of ideas and projects lay. Reprimanding myself has done no good, and there has yet to be motivation. My procrastination was cast aside when the ukelele I added to the pile knows what a G7 feels like...not sure what to do with all this extra serotonin.