Chasing Bubbles.

I am officially distracted. Today is supposed to be the day that I get at least one FMA done but here I am, struggling with the fact that the deadline is hanging over my head with the urge to procrastinate not getting any weaker. Sure we all have days that are well, lazier than every other day. But I am not lazy, just distracted.

So much has happened in the last couple of weeks that my diesel-powered heart is having a hard time catching up. How do I get out of this loop? Dunno. I am still on the fence of whether or not I should get myself enrolled next semester. I really want to take the research class, but I don't know if I'm actually ready for it. I think I have to decide after the practicum on the 17th. I don't know how to move forward with that.

And then there's the work condition, let's add that to the mix. Should I go back now? Man, too much decisions, too little brainpower to actually get it done. I must not get distracted, I must find the strength to concentrate and get the deadlines through. No happy lemons until the FMAs get done. I heart Green tea with Rock salt and Cheese. I'm gonna buy a liter once I'm done with these drasted requirements.

I'm getting good advice from two girls that are chatting about cuties here at Starbucks. It's funny how easily people talk about their relationship concerns. They've been talking about chasing and being chased by men for the greater part of the last hour. I think they are close to verbalizing that their biological clocks are ticking loudly in their ear.

I've been wanting to get better with the time management but I let myself get distracted. It's a luxury I love to enjoy on a Sunday afternoon. And I often regret doing it once the deadline approaches. Yes. I have to get out of this bubble I've created.