By the dawn's early light I sit toiling to put together a sharp, informative, borderline offensive--though mostly to people I don't really care about offending--description of this Shit I Gotta Fucking Get Done Notebook, and ponder the irony of writing about the Shit I Gotta Fucking Get Done Notebook being the very shit I gotta fucking get done. Then I accidentally fall asleep for 97 minutes. Bolting upright from my slumber only when FX switches to an inordinately loud infomercial about the Ab Rocket, I feel anxious and forlorn. Not only am I seriously close to missing a deadline, but I also apparently have piss poor core strength, and will probably need back surgery and die alone if I don't buy the Ab Rocket.
It is at this point that I realize what perfect specimens Shit I Gotta Fucking Get Done Notebooks are. Whatever mac daddy designed these gems of candor has channeled my procrastination turned mental block turned panic and desperation into a 33-character bullseye of what must be my new state of mind. He's removed the excuses, the pleasantries, the inclinations to dick around, and established a to-do list that demands I corral my shit into a big pile, and fucking get 'er done!
Though after I finish this, I'll probably take a break for a while....
Shit I Gotta Fucking Get Done Notebooks come in a choice of 3.5" x 5" pocket-sized two-packs, each with 32 lined pages, or a single 5" x 7" spiral bound version with 100 lined pages.