ah, procrastination.
I have a two page philosophy essay due on Tuesday. I'd plan on procrastinating till Monday night, but I *know* I won't get home till past nine, as usual, and I *know* I'll be exhausted and want nothing more than to flop down on my bed and go to sleep, and I *know* I should at the very least get started now... and I'm not.
Someone kick me.
Someone kick me.