So much to do, so little inclination to follow through.
Grading. A kajillion papers. Or 70. Somewhere in there.
The papers aren’t long. If I start grading now, do some tomorrow night, then Tuesday and Wednesday, I’ll be fine.
Or I could just wait until Wednesday—night—and stay up too late and get too little sleep and plow through and end up kicking myself for being such a procrastinating idiot.
Hmmmm, wonder what I’ll do.
Then again, I punted on dealing with the whole credit thing, but that’s taken finally been taken care of. For now. And If I get a real job, there’ll be no worries at all.
Of course, there are all these worries over getting a real job.
And I’m doing all I can to get a real job—ja, you betcha. Sure.
That’s on the list, eh? And we all know how well that whole list thing is going, right-o? Sure.
If only I were motivated by free-floating anxiety.
AbsurdBeats 
My Mom was a teacher when I was a kid. I always told her just to give ’em all “B’s”. She never took my advice.
I probably wouldn’t have made the best teacher…
Tell me about it.
I think an infusion of beer is required. Get those papers done sooner than later. I think we’re planning a powwow this weekend.
GH: Believe me, if I could get away with it. . . .
C: Beer. Yes.