I keep thinkin' in a moment that time will take them away..

Back to the blog.

I should be writing my paper. I'm leaving for the Metro at 7:55am. SWEET. I literally only have quotes and headings. A fantastic looking cover page. Oh oh! And my great appendix, complete with TWO charts full of polling data. Of course, if I attempted to hand this in, right now, I'm pretty sure my professor would laugh at me. Toss his head back, and laugh. Joke. Haha, funny?
No. For the life of me, I cannot figure out what my problem is. I'm not fucking stupid. I know a due date is a due date. Especially here, my professors have made it pretty clear that late = no consequence is mentioned becacuse it.just.does.NOT.happen.
Now that my diabetes is pretty well under control, I have no scape goat. No excuse. I just find something else to do (laundry), then look up more sources, find something else to do (fold laundry), then find a chart and organize my footers.. Then look for Citizen Cope tickets. For October 15th. Not a pressing matter, nonetheless I find time for it.

And here I am now. Writing in my blog. I'm going to stop and exert my energy elsewhere.

What's really bad about this. Like, the worst. Is that I really care about this paper. This is something I am highly interested and involved in. This is what I want my life to be. Basically. I am in the process of living my dream, and I can't even work for it.
DAMN.