Confession time. I haven’t done my weekly WU post. Instead, I watched men’s basketball this afternoon — Cornell’s men’s basketball, to be exact. I have an interest in this program (well, all the Cornell athletic programs), and the Ivy League basketball teams are not only the underdog at the Big Dance, they are basically warthogs, blown out in the first fifteen minutes of any game they play. A joke of scholar-athletes amongst scholarship athletes. Never reaching beyond the early brackets. Never going to the Sweet Sixteen.

BUT NOT THIS YEAR, CORNELL IS HOSING THEM OUT WITH EPIC CRUSHING, KEYBOARD SMASH ALJSDLKFOUJGF CAPSLOCK!!!!FLAILXINFINITY!!!!!SEE YA IN SYRACUSE, BABY!!!!

So as you can see, I’m a tad excited. It’s March, and it is madness. I’ve wasted time and, more importantly, energy on Twittering with other Cornell basketball fans and gleefully listening to ESPN analysis on the awesomeness of the Big Red. And I’m unrepentant.

Every so often, ya gotta waste some time. But I feel like things are sliding a teensy bit out of control. Normally I’m disciplined when it comes to my writing and blogging, but it’s getting hard this spring. My normal timewasters are overlapping, and I’m feeling the pressure to keep up. As a pop culture junkie, I make time for television shows that reveal the unintended hilarity of American culture. I love the absurity. But this year, American Idol is overlapping with Project Runway and America’s Best Dance Crew. I’m not even going to bother with America’s Next Top Model, I just don’t have the space in my DVR, plus I’m over Tyra and her cast of wannabees. Instead, I’m mainlining RuPaul and his Drag Race. I’m still stanning my t.v. boyfriend Adam Lambert. Throw in a basketball game or two, and before I know it, I’ve wasted a day.

But all work and no play . . . .

Something had to give. And it was this post. Hopefully you all aren’t too upset that I didn’t comb the ‘net for Snippets or empowering advice on writing. I had other things going on today. CORNELL THINGS.

What are some of your worst time wasters? Guilty pleasures? Let us know in the comments. I can’t be the only one out there who doesn’t fritter away an afternoon on basketball or DVR’d episodes of Bravo shows. It’ll make me feel a little better knowing I’m not alone.

Kathleen Bolton is co-founder of Writer Unboxed. She has written two novels under the pseudonym Cassidy Calloway: Confessions of a First Daughter, and Secrets of a First Daughter--both books in a YA series about the misadventures of the U.S. President's teen-aged daughter, published by HarperCollins.
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