Epiphany

Here's your daily wisdom, direct from me to you:

It is easier to avoid work than to do it, but eventually you start to feel kind of bad about all the avoiding, because come on... think of the children.

God, I hate this essay. Low to mid seventies, HERE I COME!

Thank you Yeah Yeah Yeahs for this parapharase (buy their new album, "Show Your Bones" today):

I got an essay who makes me wanna kill
I got an essay who makes me wanna kill
I got an essay he makes me wanna uh
I got an essay who makes me wanna Kill

I got an essay who makes me wanna die
I got an essay who makes me wanna die
I got an essay who makes me wanna OH!
I got an essay who makes me wanna die

We're all gonna burn in hell.
I said we're all gonna burn in hell
Because we do what we gotta do real well
And we got the fever to tell
I said we got the fever to tell

I got an essay who makes me
I got an essay who makes the devil pale
I got an essay who makes me wanna kill
I got an essay who makes me wanna kill Yeah

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UPDATE
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After about 20 minutes of working on the essay for Shakespeare, not only have I completely lost the will to continue, but I think I just want to go home and spend the rest of the day curled in a ball, listening to good music or watching good movies.

Can I afford to have this attitude? Absolutely not. Is that motivation to get the job done? Absolutely not. Time to stop thinking about problems which (I'm told) makes them go away!