an ode to procrastination

Procrastination, you're no fun,
Procrastination, you help no one.
Procrastination, I'd rid myself of you,
But it seems there's always something better to do.
Procrastination, my song is sad.
Procrastination, I feel real bad.
Procrastination, you wear me out...
"Hey there! Why sure, I wouldn't mind doing something else."
Procrastination, I'd dump you for self-control...
But procrastination, you just won't let go.
So here I sit, alone with you,
Wishing for a minute free from guilt.
But you just take, and take and take,
I'm now 13 minutes late...r than I would have been,
If I'd not written this poem instead.


I've been on Thanksgiving break since Tuesday night. Tonight is Sunday night. I have two, 10 page papers to write, due next week. Did I write them, or even start on them? No. Did I intend to? Yes. I even sat down at the computer a few times and attempted to start them, but frankly, my heart is not in my school work, which is quite unfortunate for my grades. Why are the longest papers always due at the END of the semester? Here's hoping for a very fruitful evening.