As a creature of habit, I find myself continually falling into patterns. Some end up being great. Some would be great if I didn't suck at keeping up stuff that is good for me, like exercising regularly and not drinking beer and keeping my room clean. Many times though, these patterns tend toward self detriment. Now that I am in a no-longer-brand-new-but-still-newer-than-I-care-to-admit environment, patterns are popping up all over the place. The most horrible habit that has emerged thus far, aside from an affinity for crunchy-chocolate-breakfast cereals is this putting off of work until the last second.
This is not really a new pattern. Then again, I may have always liked crunchy-chocolate-breakfast cereals and never known it because I never purchased them (in related news: not a fan of fruity pebbles). But really, I have always been a procrastinator of biblical proportions and I know that will probably never change. Currently, however, I am, at 9 p.m. on Monday night, sitting on the precipice of a 5 page paper, two play readings, and at least 4 articles. All for tomorrow. I had four days to do this. And I did NOTHING except read Hamlet for the umpillionth time.
That is not true. I did stuff. I went to some parties and had a three night sleepover marathon and I went to D.C. for the day today. All of these things were fun. Really, really fun. But all of these things also made me so tired that the prospect of doing anything right now aside from schlepping laundry from my room to the washing machine directly outside my door is literally painful.
As has become the routine, I will continue to fuck around (kinda like right now?) for a little bit. Then I will bang out an amount of work I find satisfactory and will then wake up tomorrow to finish it. This would be okay. Perhaps. However, I have class until 9 tomorrow night and I KNOW that I will be so cranky by that point I will want to punch a baby seal in the face.
The goal of this next week is to not let this happen again. FOR REAL.
On a serious note, I have been feeling a little unsettled as of late and it is very... unsettling. Minor monetary irritants (thanks supremely competent bank employee for entering both my name AND my SSN into your system incorrectly), tensions here and there, exhaustion and this sneaky twinge of frustration (over what I honestly wish I knew) are all just gnawing away. But I'm okay. I think a good night of sleep will help volumes.
Onward to the sprint.
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