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I know that everyone says that he or she is the world's worst procrastinator, but I really do think I'm right up there at the top of the list. I've known since the second day of the semester that I'd have two things due on Mon. and Tue. of this week, and I still didn't do shit about it 'til Saturday. Earlier tonight, I turned in my stage history (which took entirely too long to do) for my 18th c. drama class, and now I'm working on a book report (I don't think I've done anything actually called a "book report" since about, oh, the mid-80s) on a book about the changing attitudes in England toward mountains as evidenced in 18th c. landscape poetry and painting. It's really not as bad as it sounds, it's just a long damn book. Tomorrow's going to be a helluva day betwen work, my other class, and doing this paper.

But, ya know, there's a strange sort of calm I get when I'm under the gun trying to get something done in a short amount of time. Underneath the muscle tics and dark circles under my eyes brought on by lack of sleep and mass quantities of caffeine, I usually have a feeling that, one way or another, I'll get done with whatever it is I'm working on. That usually keeps me going until the whole thing blows up in my face. :)