I am a very narcissistic person. I am also the master of procrastination. But to be fair, I do have a book in my hand. It is for my research project. I just have to keep pushing myself to write more... But seriously, why am I still here? When is this going to end? Aren't plaid shirts and cardigans the sexiest?

I'm sure you're all very interested in this complex and deeply analytical questions. I just want to hand in my rough draft and visit Jeffrey. Blargh. Soon. soon.