Procrastination is something that has always followed me through life. Even when I have staggering amounts of work to do and no time to do it in, I will always find myself procrastinating.
I’m currently sat in my kitchen making a cup of tea writing an account. A blank document awaits me when I return to the computer, one that should really be quite full. An assignment I must compete, soon.
It’s a funny coincidence how the majority of the time I dread cleaning and watching whatever rubbish my family plays in the TV but I find myself doing it, quite often, when there is an essay to do.