Lost In Translation

I'm tired. I want to give up. I am giving up. The act of it's just not named 'giving up' yet. I don't even know what that meant.

No, it's not that I have SO much work that it's piled up to my chin. No. It's pretty far from that, actually. But honestly, it is yet another laze-demon-infestation syndrome again. Among obvious symptoms include procrastination. Such procrastination appear in many deceiving forms of 'productive' work, ie. cleaning the house, organising the computer (defragmentation, and then boot-time defragmentation), going to the gym, catching up with sleep that I've been deprived of (8 hrs instead of 12), and so the list goes.

And here I am now blogging. You know this can't be good. Especially when I've got a test this coming Friday. A 15% Principles of Business Law test. See, I even took my time in typing the subject's full name. Later, I've got 2 assignments due the following week, none that I've got around to start with. And yet I keep telling myself that I've still got time. I've only got 2 hours of classes tomorrow morning, and so I've got all afternoon and night to myself and my books. That was the exact same thing I said to myself regarding today. And how much work have I done? I'd rather not say...

So why am I here now, sharing all this to the public? Well, to be honest? To procrastinate. But maybe, if I would even dare to say it with some dignity, I'm also writing this in hope for some prayers or moral support. Yes, I'll go read that e-mail again, Alex. And yes, I'll head on to really study now after I log off in a moment so soon. But till I log on again, please pray for me. I'm so distracted now from my work.