Dear Life,

Why is it only possible for me to work on something when the burden of the deadline gets just strong enough to qualify me in the "pretty much screwed" zone? For instance, why can I only bring myself to start working on a project when everyone else is tucking themselves into bed? Am I an owl? Why must I make sure the living world is completely asleep and I am missing out on NOTHING to be productive? Oh right, because I use socialization as an outlet to avoid all responsibility. Cool.


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