I got a journal to edit, a lecture to prepare, and a class to attend later. But I do not have the will to start working on anything. Because the thick paperback looks more tempting this time, my blog is shouting at me to be updated, and I feel like sipping a cup of hot coffee (after all, it’s a cold Thursday morning).
Procrastination is like masturbation. At first it feels good, but in the end you’re only screwing yourself.