Procrastination 64

I can't do work, ever.

I seriously just come to the Reg and spend my time either sleeping or playing Robot Unicorn Attack. Last night I was in the library for about two hours doing absolutely nothing even though I had a seven-to-ten page paper due the next day at noon. Finally, after I crashed into one last star and got fed up with the productivity black hole that is RUA, I opened up a Word Document and reluctantly wrote out the header of my paper. Rose Fan. February 28, 2010. Little Red Schoolhouse Assignment #7. I was immensely proud of myself, so I decided to go and take a break by checking my e-mail. And what do I find? MOCK TRIAL CASE CHANGES. FML.

So of course I obsessively read over the case again. All I could do was think and worry about Malone (the witness I direct) for the rest of the night. His affidavit had undergone several changes that were really damaging to the defense, and it was my job to mollify or spin them to not look so terrible. The entire time, a little voice in the back of my head kept yelling at me, saying things like ROSE, you're GRADUATING in three months, you need to find a job, and you haven't showered in 36 hours, damnit. But I couldn't stop looking at the case, and I stayed awake for a long time thinking about it well after I'd gone to bed and turned off the lights.

I think I might need to quit Mock Trial. Or go outside more frequently. Or find friends.