the way things are

The thing is, I've been incredibly lazy and severely unproductive. I'd rather lie on my bed and rot to my impending death for not meeting all these deadlines than get down to work. But it's an exciting semester, really. Perhaps eventually I will feel the rush but now it feels as though I no longer keep track of time. I'm aware of the day and not the date, that the week is coming to an end or when we are half way through. I know August is coming to an end, but I don't know when. I don't want to know when.