Procrastinate; Who, Me?

I'm working on the last paper for the semester. Working title: An Historical (hysterical, maybe?) View from I-45. I have the introduction and the last line of the paper, which I think is quite clever, actually. That, or I need to go to bed. Probably a bit of both. Anywho...

I was off to bs my professor into thinking that I have a working brain cell left, but as usual, I am walking around this tiny apartment looking at all of the other projects I want to get done before my summer of French immersion begins.

I know. Get back to work.

One day I will learn from my past (I should come up with some really ingenious word here, but brain death has set in) whatever, but until then, I will probably continue to wait until the last possible moment to a finish paper.

I think I need an intervention.

Quote for the day: The remaining work to finish in order to reach your goal increases as the deadline approaches. Unknown

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