Procrastinate, mate.
I keep putting it off. I know I have to read my textbooks and readers, in fact, I vowed to do my required reading each week. What happened? Almost two months into the semester, nearing the end of it and I'm still putting it off for tomorrow. Each day accumulates and here I am being fidgety and anxious at home, dying to go out just to escape the reality. When I try to read it eventually, my nerves calm down but then my mind wanders off to something more fun - like shopping or checking out some guy. So I'm back to being a worrywart, throwing my book away in surrender and finding something else to distract me.
I PROMISE. Tonight. Read library books and find references. Maybe make up a sketch of what I wanna do. After I go out for a breath of fresh air.
