Tavern Day/Hug A GI Day
2004-03-04 @ 9:45 p.m.

I'm preparing to stay up until beyond 1 am today, because I doubt my essay will be finished any time soon. I feel mildly depressed at the thought of how easily distracted I am. It doesn't help that I'm like forcing myself to write a good essay, because right now, I personally don't give a damn about the quality of the essay, I just want it over and done with! It's the people around me who are expecting something. Even if they aren't, I perceive they're expecting something, so I feel stressed. The stress interferes with my thought processes, so the essay just goes downhill. If you haven't already realised, this is just an exercise in rationalising this whole business so that it isn't my fault that I don't have the discipline to sit down and write a proper essay. I write half a sentence and break off to message someone, how pathetic is that? Dear God, please let me pass this essay, and the next one due on Tuesday too, which at the moment lurks unwritten in the not-too-distant future. Help me...