procrastination is a

i opened my laptop, fully intending to actually work on my essay that is due this friday at 11:59, and then i started messing with my layout instead. and suddenly almost an hour has passed of me curating the perfect albums to both represent my music taste and look aesthetically pleasing together with a semi-cohesive color palette. and then i couldnt leave well enough alone, no, i had to edit my interests as well, add on to my shows and movies. because of course thats more important than the political messaging in the book 1984. so it is now almost the time that i need to actually sleep so that im not a zombie in the morning, and my essay looks the exact same. one sad, underdeveloped thesis statement. no real outline, no paragraphs, no introduction or textual evidence. nada. and now i am complaining instead of actually doing anything. im going to die in college.