The eve of all due dates
Damn! Missed the cut-off time, midnight. Now this post, which I think of as being written on Thursday, will be published as a Friday post. Why do I care? Well, I'm aiming at writing something every day. Oh well, no big deal.
Today turned out to be the Eve of All Due Dates. Like the super-procrastinator I am, I held off starting any of my term projects or papers until—you guessed it—today! And I didn't really get any school work done today, either. Which means tomorrow I'll beg, cajole, con and plead my teachers to let me turn in my papers late. On Monday, that is. But of course I'll piss the weekend away and find myself in the same pickle as I'm in now. I create the most splendid mental blocks to forget anything I don't want to do, which in this case, include all my curricular responsibilities. I won't be able to work on school stuff even if I wanted to, so good are my mental blocks. Then, on Sunday at midnight: BOOM! My mental block will change back into a pumpkin and I will be left with two weeks worth of writing and researching and only seven hours to get it all done.
I really hurt myself with my �ber-procrastinator routine. I know. I pull muscles in my brain. But I did it again. I'm not going to worry, though. My bed is calling me, I can hear my pillow singing softly and I can feel my big soft blanket wrapped around me and nestling me to sleep. Such is the life of a happy go lucky procrastinator, the fool on road of life. Wait! I didn't say anything so stupid... Must keep eyes open... must erase inane corny ending... zzzz...
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