2006-03-16
How wonderful to be twenty-seven freaking years old and still have all the foot-dragging, nail-clipping, writing my paper-avoiding techniques I displayed in high school. Then, I'd hand things in 2 hours too late, as I stayed up all night and day working on them. Now, I finish earlier, but still experience anxiety related to the exacting trimming, paring, and shaping that still results in papers I know could be better. Perfectionism and Procrastination are nasty bedfellows. I sleep with both of them.
I should go to sleep now. The paper is done, and due tomorrow night, but still needs to be printed out. Still, I must work 8 hours, go to school for five, sleep, go to school again for 8 hours, then RELAX, pack, and board a plane the next morning to Florida. Relaxation (albeit with grandparents) awaits me, though my bones don't yet know it. Further, I must read two fat chapters sometime between now and tomorrow at 5 PM. Ha! You can see why I might need a person around to remove smelly items from my fridge. You can see why right now I'm wishing someone else would do the work of showering me and brushing my teeth. I am so busy that I can no longer see my kitchen counter or coffee table. Still, I did have time to read two articles in the New Yorker when I got home, so I guess I'm not that busy. Just selectively busy. And lazy.