procrastination

procrastination is a disease. just when I thought I was getting somewhere on this paper, carolers from church trying to pull off a complex a cappella harmony drop by to share guilt-laden christmas treats. this of course set off a series of distractions of my own choosing to follow up the uninvited interruption. this will not end well.


eventually I am led by my lack of motivation and willpower to a new low. the internet is so pervasive and effective in insinuating itself into my mind that once I thought of it I couldn't resist looking up pictures of my namesakes to share with you.


I do love my name, but especially when someone pronounces it "roseanne" [ɹouzæn] instead of "roseannA," [ɹozænə] this lady comes to mind:






and if I think of her, the other famous lady who shares my name is lurking somewhere in my subconscious as well...






all of this increases the shame associated with irresistible free christmas-themed desserts, unfortunately. and this is also when Ritalin finally starts to sound like a reasonable solution. as terrible as it is to take such drugs, wouldn't it solve my problem of not being able to focus? I know the real solution is that I just need to have some self control, but I can't seem to find it in myself. cue the spiral of regret and self-loathing that is bound to accompany stress over major papers and projects when I inevitably fail to do the work in the proper time frame...