I am on deadline. I am thinking. Totally, totally focused. I am hungry.
My fingers are poised on the keyboard, waiting for the command from my mind, itself awash with thoughts. Strategizing. Who to quote? Who to paraphrase? What to eat?
Let’s see, what university is this psychologist from; I know I wrote it down somewhere--what’s that buzzing? Here it is, Case Western Reserve. Okay, write this down: Her research reveals--it’s a fly; I hate flies. No, don’t write that. Her work suggests--ahh, hit the window, huh? Whatsa matter, fella, little problem identifying transparent solids? Her research suggests--look at this, there’s so much dust on this monitor I can write my name on it--ah-choo, oh great, now I’m catching a cold. I gotta eat something.
So (cough), are you the dawdling kind? The type who tends to tarry? Or are you more the merry procrastinator, one who truly enjoys that extra free time of utter irresponsibility before compressing the angst of hard work into the fewest possible remaining hours?
