Destinylaxton
I know that I should be doing this paper. I know that it is due tomorrow. I hate that word, Due. It hovers over you smothering you like a dense ocean of stress, I like to watch due dates fly by as I fail to meet them. I know I could turn it in on time, I know there isn't much better to do. But every time I sit down to write I find that my cat needs a walk or the coffee pot needs scrubbing. My pencils and paperclips have been rearranged and reorganized again and again until I feel as though I may go mad with all the procrastination.
Its time. Its due. I put it off again and again and now I simply cannot put it off any long. It is due today and I have to give it to her. The worst paper I've ever written. My grad is sure to be a terrible one.