Procrastination

So, right now, I am procrastinating. Yes, at this very minute I am putting off very important things. They aren't truely important, but I believe my professors would be rather upset at me if I did not do the things that they so kindly ask me to do. And it isn't that I don't want to do them, I really don't mind doing them, I just feel like streching out how long it takes me to do these things, I don't know why. Maybe I don't really want a full night of sleep. Honestly, I could have been done by now, it wouldn't have even been hard. Also tonight I read an interesting article about how sleep lost can actually be the cause of metal disorders, not a symptom (found here). So, perhaps, I am actually seeking out a mental disorder. Really it might be terribly interesting, but perhaps when I had one I wouldn't notice, so it wouldn't be nearly as interesting to me. Anyways for my big procrastination session today I've decided that I am going to write a poem, while I put off finishing up a paper and reading many stories written in the second person (really... 3 out of 4 stories for class written in second person... what the hell?).

Procrastination

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I am so clever starting a
poem about not doing a thing,
by doing nothing.
Mastered my craft have I
if I am able to pull off such a feat (and to speak like Yoda, truely awesome am I).

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I'm doing it again,
it gives the poem form
and I just know how you love that.
Ooh, second person.
So sexy.

really...
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Ah, I've messed up,
broken the form.
I guess I need to try again,
to truely master my craft,
to get back to work.

Copyright 2007 William Curb