Procrastiantion

I like to think I'm somewhat unique and interesting, but as far as procrastination goes, I am no exception!

Last night after I got home from my last class at around 8, I knew I had a 7 page research paper due the next morning so of course I ransacked the kitchen, eating everything in sight.  I didn't think of it as procrastination because everyone has to eat, right?  But in the back of my head, I knew I was stalling as I dipped my digornio pizza into the nutella jar(tastes better than one might think).  Finally, an hour and a half later, at 9:30, I made myself some earl grey and got ready to start.  

3 hours into the paper.....

I'm in bed, my eyes are watering from fatigue, my head is throbbing from the stress, I'm eating the salt water taffy my mom got me, hoping the sugar will help keep me awake.

Pheobe, my cat, wipes her drool on my laptop and starts to claw my hair.  Her purring is like a harley.  Is she trying to be affectionate?  I can't reject Phoebe though.  I just keep reading, thinking, and typing while she attacks my hair and face.

I'm too young to care about health care reform!  Right?  That's ok.  This is good practice writing a paper about something I know nothing about to begin with, nor do I care(although I should)

Ok here goes............

So finally at 2 in the morning, I finish the paper, read it twice to make sure I made no mistakes(which I did), pack my backpack for the next day, and hit the lights.  That last part felt great, but still... 

Why do I do this to myself??