the begining of an essay for english class.

I know that I waste time. This becomes apparent when I allow myself five minutes to check my e-mail and I return to the real world thirty-five minutes later with complete knowledge of this week’s weather (in two cities) and a great new dress on the way (but only after scouring my favorite online shops--twice--just in case there were any last minute deals.) I lose time in other ways too. A trip to the laundry room becomes wiping off the counter, then sweeping the floor, and as I return a fallen pen to its place on the desk I catch my sweater lounging on the back of the pink chair. Because I acknowledged its out of place presence, only laziness should restrict me from returning it to the closet where it belongs. Back in my room is my computer, open and ready. So I check my e-mail. Again. That’s when I hear the washing machine starting without my clothes placed inside...