no, really, it's not me, it's totally you

The deadlines in my life really need to step up their game. Back in the beginning of our relationship they never failed to alarm me. I'd run around like a chicken with its head cut off trying to complete assignments and study for exams. Back then you might even find me in the library. I know, right? Absurd. But deadlines back then seemed exciting and dangerous to me. It was really the thrill that kept our relationship afloat.

But slowly our relationship has changed. The fire is just gone. I have an exam in 10 hours that I've hardly even studied for. A take-home exam due tomorrow. And like three other papers to write. And yet, here I am, lounging in my bed blogging after sleeping in until 10AM. I feel no sense of urgency. All I really feel is a little twang of guilt that I don't care more.

Mostly I just want to get it over with. That's not supposed to happen until you're married, right? Well I'm certainly not married to my deadlines. So what's the deal deadlines? Why is our relationship so unfulfilling? If this doesn't change soon, I'm afraid we're through.

<3tracy