It’s 8pm. I woke up at 5:30pm and have been dicking around doing random shit that I don’t even enjoy on the internet since. I woke up at 5:30pm because I didn’t go to sleep until 7am, because from 1am until 7am I was in what I refer to as an “internet timewarp.”
I have a large assignment due tomorrow at midnight. I haven’t started. I didn’t manage to hand in the last assignment in on time and they don’t accept late ones. The first assignment I got a 56 on.
I’ve got the local oldies station on. I’m sitting here scrolling through tumblr and feeling guilty but immobilized. I’ve got 5 missed calls from my mother, 2 emails from my stepdad, facebook messages and texts from my mum asking if I’m okay.
I have not started the assignment that is due tomorrow. I finally get over the fear to check the clock to see how much time I’ve wasted. I look. I feel terrible.
At that exact moment the oldies radio host says:
“DO YOU HAVE AN ADDICTION TO THE INTERNET? COMING UP NEXT, HOW TO TELL.”
