The irony of time :

I woke up this morning with swollen eyes from insane sleep deprivation and the honest inability to read a cumulative five hundred pages of text, compose five papers of analysis, and study for a foreign language test within the spans of three days. While my memory was swarming to capture the fleeting remains of a lingering dream that I can recall all too vividly, I became instantly aware of the six pages of empty space that currently sit before me, due to be filled and printed with words of wisdom by seven o'clock tonight.

So of course, the first thing I did was get a bowl of cereal down my throat before my stomach could protest in anxious outrage. Next, I let myself feel the fear for five seconds (this handy piece of advice for stressful occasions can be attributed to one of my first English professors). Then, naturally, I proceeded to procrastinate, if only for a moment, opening my email only to read this tidbit of wisdom:

"Consider, Sir, how insignificant this will appear a twelvemonth hence." — Samuel Johnson

I laughed. And as I sit down to complete this ridiculous bulk of a paper, you, Samuel Johnson, can be assured that that I, ma'am, will do just this indeed.