essay schmessay

It's funny how paralysed one gets when faced with work to do.  Surely the correct biological response to having to get things done should be the urge to do it.  For the fourth consecutive time this year I find myself on the wednesday before a friday deadline arsing around in an internet cafe.  I have about 60 A4 pages to read, digest and write a 2,000 word essay on in two days and I'm paralysed into inaction.  It's almost like you kid yourself that it will somehow...through no input from you....get done.   Right I'm off to doss around somewhere else!