I should be writing a textual analysis paper. But I'm not. I've been procrastinating for weeks, days, and hours now. I have about 8 hours to turn it in. It'll get done, of course, but not before I push all my limits.
I wouldn't procrastinate so much if I wasn't continuously rewarded for it. Despite producing horribly last-minute and slip-shod work, I keep getting decent grades. It's like goofin' off pays off. I can live in a world like this.
The ultimate reward came tonight. Instead of writing my paper all day, I slept. I got in a good 18 hours. Guilt eventually settled in so I sat down at my desk, typed six words of an introduction sentence, considered which books I'd need to consult, and then decided I was ready for a break. I went to dinner and attended a three-hour play before actually sitting down to get serious.
I think it was at this point that the Karmic wheel in the sky took notice of me.
Within moments I realized I was severely lacking energy and went down to the lobby to buy myself a soda. Err, a pop. Soda-pop. Anyway, I bought a Pepsi, and as it was vending, I heard several clunks and thuds and bumps. The flap seperating me from my sugary carbonated drink was jammed shut! Refusing to accept this I punched it until it loosened. To my ultimate surprise I had been vended not one but THREE PEPSI PRODUCTS.
That's right. Karma noticed that I needed some caffeine for my fateful night of paper-writing and granted me three doses of caffiene for the price of one. Sky-wheel, you spin in some odd directions, but I praise you nonetheless.