Feeling Blue?

This will help.

How words taunt me.

Dear Reader,

These are the books sitting on my shelf right now, staring at me as I try to write a paper:

They are all new. They are all currently unread by me. And they are all taunting me with their shiny, uncreased covers and that intoxicating new book smell.

This is going to be a long night.

A good plan gone awry.

Dear Reader,

So I've been doing pretty well at this school thing this semester. I've done all my assignments on time, finished all my readings before class, and I haven't fallen asleep yet in class or at work (although I have been close).

Today however I crashed and burned. Almost literally. I came home, ate something not very nutritious, sat on my bed with every intention of reading the novel I need to finish by tomorrow (that I have half of left), and promptly slept for the next four hours.

Yes, well done, me.

And now that I'm awake the last thing in the world I want to do is read my book, or put together my presentation for class tomorrow (that I haven't started yet). I blame my super busy weekend on this predicament. I should just stop having a life. I think that would solve all my problems.

Although there may be a flaw in that plan.

Senioritis

Oh, hello old friend.