htotheh | (no subject)

My summer reading and I are at an impasse. It has no power over me to compel me to work on it, so I'm not working on it. I am, however, compelled by guilt to keep the books within sight, sneaking looks at them, thinking that I should perhaps do my work... but no! They can't make me, you see. So I sit here, doing everything but what I'm supposed to be doing. Gotta love that Spaced Penguin.

This sounds an awful lot like the school year. At least I'm getting started early on the procrastination.