My Muse is Against Me
Ok, so the procrastination has become ridiculous. Tomorrow is a day of studying Milton and that is all there is to say about it. Fucking dead guy.
I despise the fact that I become creative only when I have no time to take advantage of it. I have been craving sewing and the creation of new cloths since I started procrastinating doing my final English essay and I'm quite certain it will evaporate when the essay is done (though I pray to the gods that it doesn't). I seem to have the same flare with my belief system which is even more aggravating.
And I have no one to blame but myself.
I am defeated and going to bed.