Conditions are perfect – heater is ramped up to keep-me-toasty, oil burner is warming make-me-concentrate, stereo is blaring best-beats-for-study – yet I am distracted.
Is it that creepy little migraine that snuck in during the night that I can’t seem to beat away with a good stick of pain killer? Or is it the unwillingness to finish this assignment? Or the dark grey sky pelting out rain and hail making me wish I was under a doona with a fire burning, a warm cup of hot chocolate in one hand, a book in the other (and nodding off when I felt like it)?
Whatever it is, I have to push through. Due dates don’t move.
Do you suffer from a procrastinatory disease?
