Is there anyone you can call who actually cares about you?

Today I spent three hours reading up on Transformers continuity, and it goes without saying that I'm not proud of it.  Then, about an hour into trying to calculate the travel distance between Beijing (jing jing jing) and the Wudang Mountains to work out if a jump in distance and time between scenes shown in the remake of The Karate Kid was feasible, I figured I really needed to go do some effing work.
Hence I am now balls deep in illustrating fan-fiction thrills of yesteryear so I don't get too caught up in timewasting - or "writing" as writers call it.