... with self-destructive, shoot-myself-in-the-foot syndrome.
It has been a challenging semester, but so far, a pretty good one. Then why is it, with the end so clearly in sight (2 remaining Thursdays of class, one being tomorrow) that I am hell-bent on going down like a chump?? The end is so close ... but I have managed to lose all ability to make myself sit down and get work done. Instead, I nap. Or cook. Or play Word Twist 617x in a row. Or nap. Did I mention I'm a big fan of the nap these days?
Left on my plate are:
- my final Ethics short paper (3 pgs, due tomorrow ... how much do I have done? None.)
- my big Helping Relationships paper (8 pgs, due next week, not even started... so embarrassed!)
- human development final quiz (to be taken tomorrow, have not yet studied...)
- Fowler's "stage 2 of faith" chapter synopsis (due next week, still must read chapter, still must fashion entire synopsis)
- in-class Ethics presentation w/ partner (to be presented next week, actually feel OK about this as we've been working on it for the last couple of weeks. We're close.)
And that's it. Shouldn't be such a challenge to get my butt in gear, but... it is. What is my darn problem?? I wish I knew. I want to work on Christmas cards, I want to decorate our apartment, I was to finish up some Christmas shopping, buuut ... all those things need to wait until I am done with this list of work.
So close, so close... ok, I have to stop blogging. I am stinkin' ridiculous. WORK, DAMMIT.
