I miss me. I miss having time for myself. And though I am procrastinating, it is no where near the kind I used to practice in college. Methinks law school has killed my procrastinating creative streak.
Example: I have this treaty analysis that is due next Thursday. The old me would start working on it next Tuesday, assuming I’m feeling well with no aches and pains and I’m bored to death. The new me, I’m almost done with it.
Of course there is a rational explanation for my nerdiness. My copyright paper is due the day after the treaty analysis. To date I’ve only written two pages of a fifteen to twenty page paper. Oh, and I have three finals next week. DTPA and Race and Racism on the same day (Wednsday) and International Human Rights Law the next day. The same day the analysis is due.
Yazzy is not stupid. No. But I miss procrastinating, like now. Except it’s not real because if it were real I’d probably be doing something creative like making webpages or writing. The most kick ass challenges are up and I haven’t tried a single one. Bloody hell.
I should write an ode. Woe is me and all that jazz.