Fuck you, Diegetic music.
My therapist says that I might have some kind of work-related anxiety disorder.
Hm.
That kind of sounds like one giant excuse for my intense laziness.
But it's also really tempting to accept it. Because....you know, it makes a lot of sense.
But still.
It doesn't really matter, anyway. I can't go to my teachers and say "Hey, guess what! I have work-related anxiety, you have to accept my always-late work and still give me full credit!"
I mean, I could, but..I'm trying to retain some amount of respect.
I'm home now. Two week spring break is better than one. Having only one week sucks. I leave on Easter.
Velvet Goldmiiiiiiiiine, you stroke me like the rain. Some-thing, Some-thing, panther duh duh duh duh. Velvet Goldmiiiiiiiine, naked on your chain. I'll be your king something right for you duhduh duh duhduh. My Velvet Goldmiiine.
Hm.
That kind of sounds like one giant excuse for my intense laziness.
But it's also really tempting to accept it. Because....you know, it makes a lot of sense.
But still.
It doesn't really matter, anyway. I can't go to my teachers and say "Hey, guess what! I have work-related anxiety, you have to accept my always-late work and still give me full credit!"
I mean, I could, but..I'm trying to retain some amount of respect.
I'm home now. Two week spring break is better than one. Having only one week sucks. I leave on Easter.
Velvet Goldmiiiiiiiiine, you stroke me like the rain. Some-thing, Some-thing, panther duh duh duh duh. Velvet Goldmiiiiiiiine, naked on your chain. I'll be your king something right for you duhduh duh duhduh. My Velvet Goldmiiine.