Hardcore Procrastination

The final draft of my Hamlet literary analysis essay is yet to be touched after hours and hours. I HAVE done a lot today. I even signed up for Freshman orientation for college next year. I finished my part of the book project. But I just can't bring myself to look at the freakin' essay. I don't want to lie; I haven't even tried to focus on that. I pondered. I laughed. I cried. Just kidding about the laughing and crying. I mean, who laughs and cries while trying to complete an essay? CRAZY PEOPLE, THAT'S WHO. Crazy. Berserk. Insane. Delirious. Psycho. Unhinged. Kinda like me, yeah?