i am currently procrasinating

I don't even know if I spelled that word correctly as my fingers hovered above these keys, evermoving but never moving to the task at hand. Can you tell I don't want to go do it? To fall into the mundane cycle that is work, the constant treadmill that can never let you touch the front of it and feel that sense of victory akin to a small child getting a toy on christmas morning? To have to fufill the tasks of my overlords, who crack the whip and tighten the chains they bind me with every passing moment that goes by, every breath I breath? God damnit, I have to do school work. And I am not happy. :[

buy me yarn 2020,
mxin