I demand amusement. Hop on one foot, punch yourself in the stomach, sing, do anything at all, but don’t let me get bored. You know what’s more horrible than procrastinating and knowing even as you’re doing it that you’re steadily screwing yourself? Trying to procrastinate and not having anything to do. Woe and worry, sorrow and lamentation, fallen, fallen is Babylon the great.
Off to Youtube I go.
And for any new people who have just stumbled on this blog (all two of you): don’t worry, I don’t whine all the time, I’m just full of self-pity right now. I promise to stop feeling sorry for myself sometime after I get my PhD.