I'm Apologizing Now...
I'm pulling an all-nighter for the second night in a row not because I have a particularly taxing amount of work to get through, but because I cannot seem to find the focus necessary to fine-tune (read: add three whole, legitimate pages to) my essay, and write a three-page journal response on the significance of the Native American culture in the novel Love Medicine by Someone SomethingOrOther. Seriously, my procrastination in regards to papers has reached immense new heights since I started college.
Me wonders if there is such a thing as procrastination rehab...? Not that I'd ever get around to going, anyway...
All I can say is that if I do end up becoming a writer in my professional life (whether a journalist or something else), and have to write from home, I feel really sorry for my future life companion because I predict that I will be spending most nights at the keyboard, with a mug of tepid, caffeine-loaded tea resting on a hard surface nearby, and not in our bed. Me sorries, future lifemate!
Me wonders if there is such a thing as procrastination rehab...? Not that I'd ever get around to going, anyway...
All I can say is that if I do end up becoming a writer in my professional life (whether a journalist or something else), and have to write from home, I feel really sorry for my future life companion because I predict that I will be spending most nights at the keyboard, with a mug of tepid, caffeine-loaded tea resting on a hard surface nearby, and not in our bed. Me sorries, future lifemate!