Procrastination.

My friend, Procrastination has never failed me. In times of hard core stress, I never hesitate to call her. She is most present when I have a next day due date and obligates me to engage in the most stupid activities. Today, Procrastination made me wake up at 12pm and obligated me to take a shower before getting to work. While attempting to start an humongous thirty page study, Procrastination suggested I should eat breakfast and drink coffee first. No more than five hours of not so intensive work, Procrastination made me get dressed and kept mocking me till I found the right brand of kidney beans to cook. Procrastination made me wonder, can I cook red kidney beans and make them yummy? Attempting to get back to work, Procrastination made all of my 20 nails get longer and proceeded to bother me about their length. She also commented that my feet were a bit dry and suggested that I should rub moisturizing cream all over my feet and legs. Procrastination made me hungry again, and she helped me cook a delicious meal. She proved that I did know how to cook tasty kidney beans. She screamed at the idea of leaving dirty dishes. Her company annoyed me a bit and the uncomfortable feeling she incubated, made me feel lonely so I preceded to email my boyfriend. Procrastination reminded me that I missed my boyfriend oh so much, and she made the huge effort to search for him, in the other side of the planet, and made him talk to me for a while. Procrastination multiplied my work ten times and moved my heartbeat to my head and eyelids. Procrastination stole my sleep, and left me stupid. Wherever she is, I reckon she is usurping sleep and time in general, from lost, confused and lonely individuals like myself.