This is ridiculous. It's nearly one in the morning, which means it's technically the day before my paper is due. The day before. I have written one page, an intro. I'm sitting on something really spectacular (and no, not just my sweet luscious ass and juicy reproductive organ) in terms of a thesis, and it's going to be stillborn because I just can't pull my shit together. I feel like an intellectual cripple, but somehow less sympathetic than a "real" cripple (I think they prefer the term "gimpily disabled") because it's entirely my fault. School has tightened the noose around my will somehow, and I feel utterly incapable of doing anything except bitching about how I can't do anything but bitch about how I can't do anything. AAAAAAARRRRRGGGHHHHH!
Now I sit me down to write,
I've wasted the entire night;
And all I want is sex and sleep:
Procrastination's price is steep.
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