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So my weekend was kind of crappy. Work was really stressing me out for various reasons and by the time I was done with that, I didn't feel like doing any uni work. I've been telling myself for three days, "tomorrow. Tomorrow I will be productive and work on these essays."
Trouble is, as the song from Bugsy Malone truthfully states, tomorrow never comes. I keep finding waaaay more interesting things to be doing. Like...lazing around in bed for another two hours this morning despite being awake.
I'm getting there, though. I've just finished and printed my presentation reflective commentary, now I just have to start working on the Contemporary Fiction essay DX I have three days to do it! /nose to grindstone
Trouble is, as the song from Bugsy Malone truthfully states, tomorrow never comes. I keep finding waaaay more interesting things to be doing. Like...lazing around in bed for another two hours this morning despite being awake.
I'm getting there, though. I've just finished and printed my presentation reflective commentary, now I just have to start working on the Contemporary Fiction essay DX I have three days to do it! /nose to grindstone