Procrastination at its Best

After a long week of emotional drama--wondering if I'll ever love again, etc., I have become a professional procrastinator.

I feel my credentials need not be touted--I've earned them. Last night I was up until 3 AM working on a paper that was due this morning. I read all the material and wrote what I hope is coherent and intelligible. And, of course, I'm procrastinating again with the quick presentation on this paper that I must give tomorrow in my 6:30 class. Granted, I'll have some time tomorrow afternoon to prepare--and I'm definitely in no shape to work on it now. But the procrastination must stop!

This has become a more common theme with my school work than I would like to admit. I'm not particularly interested in two of my classes--and unfortunately, it probably shows. And yet, I was on the phone with my accountant today--and reminded of just how much money I am spending to be here, in this graduate program.

It's time for me to get my shit together and act like I want to be in school. If I don't start dealing with this soon--the semester is bound to become one long drawn out nightmare. And to be honest, I think I can only afford to have nightmare status in one part of my life at once. Currently, my relationship status/personal drama has cornered the market on nightmares.

The frightening thing is that I am not really getting too nervous about my procrastination--that makes it all the more unnerving. I'm hoping my presentation will give me an appropriate kick in the pants tomorrow. And the fact that I have to wake up in 5 hours.