Commencement

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And so it begins...

What began as a leisurely afternoon delight: finding another blog, finding another space, finding another...led me to this. I should have been writing. I should have been working on THAT massive embodiment of stress and infinite disarmed disarray: my thesis.

Writing, yes.

I wish I could say, "...but at least I worked on/did/ _____ while I waited it out," however, more often than not I will do exactly that: wait it out. Sad truth is, I still don't know why it bothers me or angers me much, since I should already be used to it. This anxiety takes me to the high-contrasted areas of my perfectionism, fear of disappointment, and over-all ...what? "fed-upness? lack of interest?...and yet again..."fed-upness." Sure.

So, very well: a whole Saturday has passed and I didn't even look at my thesis, I did not work out, and certainly, my sketchbook and strings are still gathering cosmic dust.

Conclusion?

Well, none, other than the obvious: Today will serve my head on a plate. [♥] Of course, if it was up to me, I'd probably take my time looking for the plate upon which it is meant to be served.

...I need something to look forward to.

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