I have mad procrastination skillz. Or something. I reeeeally don't want to work on this fucking paper, but the outline's due Wednesday and I have other stuff I need to do between now and then, so I really do need to, like, work on it. Woe is me.
... Well, I can start after lunch, anyway.
(Also, I realized this morning that the reason this weekend's been so good and time-management-y and whatnot has more to do with a change in anxiety medication than my actual time-management skills. All the time I would normally have wasted worrying myself into fits about the amount of work I had to do has instead gone toward, like, actually working. Yay!)
... Well, I can start after lunch, anyway.
(Also, I realized this morning that the reason this weekend's been so good and time-management-y and whatnot has more to do with a change in anxiety medication than my actual time-management skills. All the time I would normally have wasted worrying myself into fits about the amount of work I had to do has instead gone toward, like, actually working. Yay!)