so once again i have royally screwed myself as i sit here at the campus computer lab. after failing to complete the draft of my english 112 essay-summary of the most boring article i have ever read (“the structure of revealed preference: race, community and female labour supply in the london clothing industry” — don’t it sound like a winner?), i fell asleep after a couple of hours of trying to write something deemably interesting. and now i sit here in the lab attempting to complete the strenuous task that should have been done last night.

i really don’t belong here in this world full of eager young go-getters and keeners. while i procrastinate like a mad-woman, they have the assignment done a good few days before the due-date. while i am left in shambles some eight early hours into the morning, finishing it up at the last possible minute. brian’s thoughts on procrastination ring true: “procrastination is just like masturbation — it feels good at first, but then you realize you’re just fucking yourself.”

i’m lonely in this lab full of last-minute scavangers. and now i’m just rambling.