yes I am blind...

[like_a_clown]

...to the evils of procrastination. I always just see more playtime if I just don't work right NOW.

procrastination, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways:

• a 7-8 pp paper on Emily Dickinson's skeptical/Christian conflict, due Wed. (4pp done)


• a 5ish pp paper on one of many ethical topics, due Fri. (not yet started; no reading done)


• a 8-10 pp paper on God-knows-what for my Brit-Lit class. I'm thinking urban decay in Auden, A Clockwork Orange, and Transmetropolitan(!), due Mon. (not yet started; have to buy two books)


• one review session for Human Sex, and


• finals. four of them. Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday.


• for all this, I have to read and remember about 100pp of prose and 75ish pp of poetry for Brit Lit; two novels and assorted short fiction for American Lit; various treatises and essays for Philosophy; and a whole crapload of Human Sex chapters. Let's not forget


• an apartment to live in next year


• making sure BARC gets my money


• signing up for summer school


• and getting a life. to include formation of a band, excursions with friends, leisure reading, guitar practice, etc.

oddly enough, instead of stressed, I lie here charmed. or at least tired. yes, tired, and numb. ahhhh, denial. sweet sweet elixir.